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happy swiftie selfie night! itâs weird to post pictures of myself but here are my most recent favourite ones (not really selfies but hated the ones i tried to take - itâs too dark in my apartment without flash and my glasses werenât cooperating)
#tsselfienight#swiftie selfie night#swifties unite#swifties#also these photos are older (from my masters graduation and grad pictures)#but like i said#hated the ones I tried to take today so#my glasses were the issue bc they did not agree with the flash#theyâre blue light blocking lenses so the flash came up like a blue square on my lenses in the photos#oh well#also cool thing about the second photo#the photoshoot was meant to be like the folklore one#we legit listened to taylor the entire time#I have more fron that shoot if anyone wants to see them#also i was wearing an engagement ring but we broke up since then soooooo#happy galentines day!
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Golden Bullets, Ch. 3: All The Time in the World
Harrison Osterfield X Reader, James Bond!AU
Harrison Osterfield, Agent 007, was once the best MI6 agent around with the astounding reputation as a womanizer. Between illegal gold smuggling and black market trading of weapons, he finds himself deeper in his latest mission than intended, weaving himself into a web of the criminal organization, S.P.E.C.T.R.E.. At the center of it all is the one woman whoâs never fallen for his charms- you, Agent 006, the best MI6 agent, the new assistant director of the program, and his new partner.
Word Count: 3000
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Warnings: violence (using toiletries as weapons bc why not), death, swearing, involuntary drug usage, drinking, vomiting (self-inflicted)
Featured Song: We Have All the Time in the World by Louis Armstrong from On Her Majestyâs Secret Service (1969)
 ~ âWe have all the time in the world, time enough for life to unfold all the precious things love has in storeâ
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âThat canât be her real name.â
âTom, Iâm being serious.â Harrison said, but even he couldnât disguise the amused grin on his face when describing the intoxicatingly beautiful woman that was Pussy Galore to the quartermaster.
âSounds like a horny teenage boy named her, right?â You joked, sitting beside Harrison on the hotel room couch. The laptop was propped up on the coffee table so that you and Harrison could both video chat with Tom, discussing the previous night.
âIs that your bullet wound?â He asked as he stepped closer to the camera, as if thatâd help him see your bandaged arm better. Following last nightâs events, it was difficult for you to really move your arm fluidly, so you had opted to wear a tank top on your day âoffâ. You leaned in, carefully taking off the bandage to show the damaged skin and stitches.
âHurts like a bitch, but Iâll live.â You told him.
âNice stitch work, 007. Practicing needlework in your spare time?â The quartermaster teased.
âShove off.â Harrison rolled his eyes at his friendâs comment while you laughed, fixing the bandage, âDid you finish getting the specs on the flash drive?â
âIâm trying, but there seems to be an issue.â Tom stated, his eyes trailing over another computer screen. You looked down at the golden flash drive currently connected to the laptop. Sciarra was dead and all you had from last night was that one flash drive, you and Harrison both needed it to lead back to Goldfinger.
âYouâre the greatest hacker of the century. What could possibly prevent you from getting past this flash driveâs security?â You asked.
âThank you for the compliment, love, but I canât hack it from here. It appears the security system on this drive is a replica of one I made, which should mean I can get into it from here, but it seems like I made it too sophisticated.â He paused, with a sigh, âI have a hunch about who could be behind this kind of security system.â
You looked between him and Harrison, both agents seemingly to wordlessly agree on who could be behind the drive. Knowing youâd want an answer, Harrison spoke up, âItâs Raoul Silva.â
âYou mean the former agent turned cyberterrorist? I thought you killed him last year.â You said, and he gave you an odd look, âWhat? I told you I read your file, Osterfield.â
âIâm flattered you remember my cases.â He smirked, before Tom cleared his throat on the screen.
âAs I was saying, I need to physically have the drive attached to my computer to get through its security and hopefully track Goldfinger. Silva was connected to numerous weapons dealers, so I wouldnât be surprised if he helped Goldfinger set up security before he died.â
âSo you canât hack this?â
Tom looked at Harrison with furrowed eyebrows, questioning his friend. âCanât hack this? Did you not listen to anything I just said? What exactly do you think my expertise is?â
âSitting behind a computer screen.â He joked.
âWell, I'll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in a year in the field.â Tom said, and you laughed, nodding, fully aware of his skills, âEither way, Iâll meet you two in Montenegro to finish on the flash drive.â
âMontenegro?â You and Harrison both questioned.
âRight.â He laughed a little, realizing you two didnât know about your next step of the mission, âM will call you two later tonight. I donât know all the details, but I know you two are going to Montenegro, so I assume Iâll be meeting you there.â
âIâve always wanted to go to Montenegro.â Harrison smiled fondly.
âIâll let you two go. M should be calling soon.â Tom said before ending the call. You let out a small sigh, leaning back on the couch comfortably.
âHave you ever been to Montenegro?â
âOnce, but not on a mission.â You replied, not really wanting to discuss your past trip. Unfortunately for you, your partner was observant and caught onto that- and he was also a bit of an asshole, so he pressed the topic.
âYou know, I tried reading the Montenegro part of your file, but almost everything was redacted because the clearance of that file is only you and M.â He stated, watching you carefully as you shifted uncomfortably, tightening your jaw.
âWhat about it?â
âWho did you kill in Montenegro that is so private only you and M can know?â He questioned, and you glared over at him.
Before you could reply, the laptop began to ring, signaling an incoming call from M. You sat up on the couch, answering it.
âAgent 006, 007.â She greeted with the normal stern look on her face.
âM.â You and Harrison both nodded in reply to her.
âQ tells me you two found a flash drive, one suspected to be linked to Goldfinger.â She started, âAnd that Sciarra is dead.â
âThe sniper got to him before we could get him in the DB10.â Harrison explained, and you swallowed a lump in your throat as Mâs cold eyes trailed over the bandage on your arm.
âI also heard the sniper shot 006.â She said, âTomorrow, you two will leave for Montenegro. Agent 009 has been tracking a private banker who funds terrorists, Le Chiffre. Le Chiffre seems to be Goldfingerâs competition at the moment. 009 reported multiple murders of Le Chiffreâs men with golden bullets through their skulls, all of which are sniper shots.â
âForgive me, M, but if Agent 009 is on the case, then why are we going after Le Chiffre as well?â Harrison asked, voicing the question that was also floating around in your head. Why would MI6 need three agents on a private banker case?
âBecause last we heard from 009 himself, he was being followed by Le Chiffre, and last night, local police found him tortured to death. His balls were so beaten, they could barely identify him as a man anymore- one of Le Chiffreâs signature torture methods.â At her words, Harrison squirmed uncomfortably beside you, subconsciously resting a hand over his crotch protectively. âSince Sciarra is a dead end until Q cracks that flash drive, Le Chiffre is our next best lead to Goldfinger.âÂ
âWhen do we leave tomorrow?â You spoke up.
âI am working with the Monaco police right now to acquire a private jet for the two of you. I will let you know in the morning. And, remember, this mission is not a personal one.â With that, she hung up the call and you shut off the laptop, getting up from the couch.
âWhat happened in Montenegro?â Harrison asked you, standing up from his spot on the couch. You didnât reply as you pulled on a sweatshirt to hide your bandage. Wordlessly, you grabbed the ice bucket and left the hotel room.
You didnât really need ice, but it wouldnât hurt to ice your arm or tense muscles- besides, you needed to be away from your partner for a few minutes. Harrison was definitely getting more bearable, but you didnât exactly want to tell him about Montenegro, not yet. When you came back from getting the bucket of ice, you saw a hotel room service busboy, standing outside of your door. Just before he knocked, you spoke up, âIs that for room 1964?â
âYes.â The busboy replied almost nervously, holding up a bucket of champagne out to you.
âThank you.â You smiled as you took the bucket from him, balancing it with your own ice bucket. He nodded, before disappearing down the hall. You laughed to yourself as you looked at the expensive bottle of champagne; leave it to Harrison to want to drink before leaving Monaco. Unlocking the hotel room door, you pushed it open, and Harrison looked up from his phone as he laid down on his bed.
âChampagne?â You offered, setting down the buckets on the coffee table.
âWhy not celebrate Monaco?â He laughed. Both of you sat down on the couch, and he effortlessly popped open the champagne bottle. You held up two empty flute glasses for him to pour the champagne into.
âTo Monaco.â
âTo Monaco.â You clicked your glass against Harrisonâs before both of you took sips of the smooth liquid.
âDoes this taste odd to you?â Harrison asked, licking his lips from the very small amount of champagne that had actually made it in his mouth before he spit it back in.
âIâm not the person to ask. Itâs been a while since I had nice champagne like this.â You laughed, taking another sip of the golden drink.
âItâs probably just too fancy for my tastebuds.â He chuckled, eyeing the glass.
âWith all the martinis you drink, your tastebuds must be dead.â You teased, already starting to feel cloudy from the alcohol. You wondered how high the proof was, but that thought was gone as quickly as it came. âYou drown yourself in martinis- shaken, not stirred.â
âMartinis are superior. Youâd know that if youâd drown yourself in anything.â He quipped back.
âItâd take a while for me to drown in anything- I can hold my breath for six minutes.â You replied confidently, sipping some more of the champagne.
âI can only hold my breath for two. Thatâs impressive.â His eyes widened in surprise at the little fun fact.
âMost people can only hold them for two, but I was a swimmer growing up and I practiced holding my breath for long periods of time. Iâve got the best lungs on MI6.â
âAnd the best shot, too, the way I hear it.â Harrison laughed a little, before leaning in closer to you on the couch. Your face was close enough to his that you could feel his breath, and you felt yourself starting to, ironically, drown in his ocean blue eyes. With his voice low and just above a whisper, he asked, âHow does someone get the reputation of a maneater?â
âHow does someone get the reputation of a womanizer?â You replied, just as quietly. Pulling away from him, you took another long sip of your champagne, the once full glass now empty. The room fell silent before you solemnly spoke up, âI killed him.â
âWho?â
âMy weakness.â You rolled up your tank top just enough to show the bullet wound scar on your hip. âI was in Montenegro on vacation with my last boyfriend. I spotted Le Chiffre at a casino, and I called M for permission to strike. When I returned to the hotel room, my boyfriend was there with Le Chiffre- heâd been working for him the whole time. I took a shot at him, but I missed, and he shot me. Then, I shot him again, but that time, I didnât miss. The only reason Le Chiffre didnât kill me was Agent 009. Le Chiffre ran, and 009 saved me.â
âSo, Montenegro is-â
âWhere I became the maneater.â You said. Harrison reached a hand out to touch the scar, but you slapped his hand away, fixing your shirt.
âIâm sorry, Y/N.â He replied, his voice filled with pity. You could tell he wasnât just apologizing for overstepping and trying to touch the scar- no, he was apologizing for ever thinking less of you based on your reputation and he pitied you for your story, for all you had to go through to get that name. It was then that you realized he hadnât really had much to drink of the champagne.
âWhyâd you order this if you werenât going to drink it?â You asked, and Harrison furrowed his eyebrows at you.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âThe champagne. You ordered it when I got ice?â
âI didnât order this.â The room fell silent, save for the clattering of your champagne flute against the floor from you dropping it.Â
âNeither of us ordered this?â You questioned, and he shook his head. Immediately, you got up and stumbled to the bathroom, only making Harrison more confused.
âWhat are you doing?â Harrison followed after you.
âIâm puking because I was just fucking drugged. No wonder Iâm so goddamn talkative right now.â You stated, sitting down in front of the toilet. You looked over at him in the hallway, âAre you going to call Q and have him analyze the champagne or are you going to watch me vomit up whatever drug is in my body? You had less than me, so figure out what happened.â
âHow the fuck did someone drug us?â He grumbled, closing the door and rushing back into the room. He pulled up the laptop and called the quartermaster.
âI was just about to call you.â Tom said with a laugh, but his smile dropped as he saw Harrison pouring some champagne into a testing vial.
âFind out whatâs in this. Weâve been drugged.â He explained, placing the vile on one of Qâs special testing trays, equipped for analyzing substances through the computer. The computer couldnât figure out exactly what the substance was, but Q, being the genius he is, could based on the computerâs analysis.
âHow did two of Britainâs top agents get drugged with a bottle of champagne?â Q asked, typing away at his computer. Harrison grimaced, hearing the distinct sounds of you in the other room. âIs- Is Agent 006 vomiting?â
âYes, sheâs trying to clear out her system.â
âShouldnât you be doing that too?â He looked at his friend skeptically.
âI didnât even have a full sip of the champagne and itâs been in my system long enough that itâs already effective. She drank an entire glass flute, so however potent this drug is, she had a lot of it.â
âWell, you two got lucky.â Tom breathed out, reviewing the results. âIt was a harmless drug, itâs not poisonous or anything. Itâs meant to disorient you, weaken your fighting, and make you more conversational. Itâs used for interrogations.â
âSo that means-â Before Harrison could finish his thought process, there was a knock at the hotel room door. He quietly shut off the computer, ending the phone call swiftly, and grabbed the golden flash drive, pocketing the valuable object. Grabbing his gun and yours, he softly moved across the room to conceal himself behind the wall.
âRoom service.â A voice behind the door called, and Harrison quietly cocked his gun while pocketing yours.
In less than a moment, the door burst, and he kept himself quiet against the wall, hoping the silence in the bathroom meant you knew what was happening out here. Based on the sound of feet, Harrison calculated there were three men in the room now. One stepped past the wall, gun raised as he surveyed the room. Harrison stepped forward, shooting the man dead immediately.
Meanwhile, your ears perked up as you heard multiple footsteps outside the door. Your head was spinning from the drug concoction and the fact that you forced yourself to throw up. It wasnât until you heard the first gunshot that you knew it was bad.
âHarrison,â You mumbled, pulling yourself up from the floor. Looking around the bathroom, you cursed at the lack of sharp objects. Grabbing your tweezers from the counter, you supposed theyâd have to do. You flung open the bathroom door, jabbing the tweezers into the neck of the man nearest you. You kicked the other man down, pressing onto his neck with your foot.
âYouâre okay.â Harrison breathed out, coming to stand beside you after he shot the other man, the one with the tweezers in his neck, again.
âStill light headed.â You replied. The man below you moved and Harrison was quick to point his gun at him threateningly. You stepped back, allowing his steadier foot to replace yours.Â
âWho sent you?â He questioned.
âG-Goldfinger.â The man wheezed out.
âAnd was it Goldfinger who made you drug us? How did you find us?â
The man just laughed in response, and you heard the sounds of the police sirens flooding down the street.
âThey heard the shots. We gotta go.â You said, and Harrison nodded. You quickly loaded the bags as your partner kept a watchful eye on the enemy. Knowing there was no way you and Harrison could escape if the police got involved, you two left the other man there, alive but weak.
âNext time, no champagne.â Harrison stated once the two of you were seated in the DB10. You sent a quick message to Moneypenny, who would send the word onto M that you and Harrison were en route in the DB10, no private jet necessary tomorrow. Considering how long the drive was, you knew itâd be enough time for you two to meet with Q in Montenegro and catch Le Chiffre.
âYouâre going to drive us to Montenegro in this car, and Iâm going to forget I ever told you anything about that god awful place.â You groaned, leaning your head against the window. âWhat did they drug us with?â
âQ says itâs a harmless interrogation drug.â He replied, flicking his eyes over to you, a new softness to them, âGet some rest, youâve had a rough go.â
You turned to face ahead, trying to get yourself comfortable, and the car was silent for a moment, the only sound coming from the DB10 moving against the road and the quiet Duran Duran song playing over the speakers. You looked over at Harrison, who had his eyes trained on the road, âThank you.â
âFor what?â He asked, genuinely curious about the sudden appreciation.
âFor saving me yesterday and patching me up.â You said softly, studying his face for a moment, before shifting to look ahead once more. âIâd do the same for you.â
âLetâs hope youâll never have to.â
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â MADISON BAILEY, 19, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⥠welcome back to gallagher academy, CHRISTINA ' CHRIS ' ANDERSON! according to their records, theyâre a FIRST year, specializing in MACGYVER SURVIVAL SKILLS & NAVIGATION + PROTECTION & ENFORCEMENT; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of ( speckles of dried paint on fingers, cruising round on a longboard, joints tucked behind ears wrapped in colourful papers ). when itâs the ( sagittarius )âs birthday on 12/27/2001, they always request their PHO from the schoolâs chefs. looks like theyâre well on their way to graduation. âż mochi, 24, she/her, gmt â
@gallagherintroâ
hi uwu, here is a new baby who is not very baby but still a lil baby
 . . . it got quite long so tldr; sheâs a stubborn art hoe from california whoâs dad died so sheâs come to gallagher bc her mom is a professor in the p+e major <3Â
parallels
wyldstyle â the lego movie: 85%
mulan â mulan: 84%
nymphadora tonks â harry potter: 83%
princess fiona â shrek: 83%
robin buckley â stranger things: 82%
here is a full list
HISTORY
potential triggers â car accident, parental death, divorce
so sheâs grown up on on the west coast p much ??? her whole life. her mom worked as a bodyguard for sum famous peeps, dad was doctor but occasionally also a medic in the field â they didnât always see eye to eye and divorced when chris was around nine. it was mostly to do with chrisâ future like whether sheâd go to spy prep school and follow in their footsteps and her dad didnât want that for her so they disagreed, and she lived with him instead, living a more or less normal life. her mom then moved away when the opportunity to become a professor at gallagher presented itself, so theyâve really not been close at all since then
lived fairly comfortably, either way her dad had money and her mom sent support too. her father definitely earns less from no longer being in the spy world but he vowed to leave that behind when he divorced his wife and other than a few people from his past popping up unannounced, he kept that vow. they moved around a couple times in order to keep chris safe, and especially when someone did find them ( even if it was friendly ) but mostly grew up in california, and a lot of it is to do with the fact chris loves it there so much
but chris knows about the spy world, what her mom does and the type of school she works at, but it never interested her enough to try and reach out or fight her dad on it as she enjoyed her lifeÂ
she remembers her mom as someone stubborn, argumentative, volatile which is the opposite of her dad who was patient, loving and endearing â so itâs a no brainer for her, she loves her dad a lot and he gave up a lot for her while her mom gave chris up for that world, her job, etc aka nada
BUT her dad died in a car accident recently that she was also in but was only a bit beaten up at most ( has some cuts / new scars, learn more below ) leaving her mother to swiftly pick her up and enrol her into gallagher, more to keep an eye on her than anything.Â
her mom chose her majors and some of her classes for her, which chris is mad about, but mainly bc looking at what ones were offered sheâd def pick macgyver anyway, and her mom argued p+e was a step into the physical and combat side of thing without being too heavy on it ( tho itâs the major she teaches so sheâs biased and chris just thinks she wants to be closer ) but tbh ? chris just doesnât want her mom to be right whatsoever or have the satisfaction of thinking she knows her daughter in anyway at all but she knows if she went undecided sheâd probably pick those up again in her second year so sheâs just â going with it â begrudgingly as if she has no choice
PERSONALITY
extremely stubborn, which she gets from her mom, would rather ruin her life than go back on something or admit she was wrong, if she apologises for something she'll find a way to do it where she's not actually ever saying the words ' im sorry ' or ' i was wrong ' and would rather start another argument than do that â but obviously she loves other people apologising to her
she is generally nice ??? i just think she can be irritated easy ?????? like a bit of a hot head tho she'd argue she's chill, she is mostly chill but likes to debate, be right, and can be very my way or the high way at times â iâll figure her out more as i play her bc i canât tell if sheâs mean or not but i donât think so, just a bit tougher than she needs to beÂ
in my head sheâs like a seb/luc hybrid so . . . take that as you willÂ
doesnât dislike gallagher ( mostly ) but thinks all the legacies â even tho she technically is one, she doesnât identify as one â are entitled spoiled brats and should get their heads out of their ass, doesn't like that being a legacy is even a thing though a lot of it definitely comes from her bitter resentment towards her mom and how she'd have rather leave her and her dad than leave the spy life hbsjhbsjhb also i think bc of her mom she has level 5 clearance which . . . sheâs not complaining about but definitely complaining that clearance levels are even a thing, sheâs gonna contradict herself a lot, i feel it
MISC
i THINK sheâs only arrived, like, at the start of spring semester tbh, she wasnât here for fall so she is new new
halfway through her first year at stanford studying art alongside film and media as a minor before her mom brought her to gallagher â which she's kind of not happy about like she understands her dad didn't want it for her, she also wanted to just stay in california but the only family she has now is on her mom's side.
she's still enrolled at stanford, though dropped her minor, and is studying online for her major as she's made it clear to her mom she doesn't want to be a spy so she pulled a few strings with the stanford admission board to allow her studying to continue ( idek if this is allowed i'm just pretending her mom is powerful enough to do it ) â it was a big reason chris agreed to come to gallagher, not that she had much of a choice, bc she wants her â normal â life and her â normal â degree regardless of being at a spy school
only her mom calls her christina and she actually hates it so pls dont unless you are trying to get on her bad side â also she probs avoids her mom like the plague so donât bring that up either
often covered in little cuts and bruises from her skating but sheâs got two fresh / soon to be scars on the left side of her face on the top of her cheek bone and on her jaw from a shards of glass when she was in the car accident â she is the type to pick her scabs until they bleed again, too, so i picture her with loads of little scars especially on her hands, elbows and knees
she did learn self defense from her dad growing up and she has studied jiujitsu and akido since she was around thirteen, she also boxes but it's more casual like for stress and stuff rather than something she takes overly seriously
she likes surfing, diving, enjoys the kind of world that exists underwater where it's just peaceful and calm so she will be around the lake a lot / at the pool if you need to find her
sheâs 5â3 and never wears heels
pansexual and while it might change i wanna say she's not overly sexual, like wouldn't have hookups for no reason ?? but potentially some one night stands or drunken mistakes or whatever. doesn't look down on sluts but i think she doesn't have the most confidence in that area, or in self esteem in general, so she'll ??? only really have a frequent thing if she feels Hella comfortable
the type to have crushes tho, but not act on them at all bc again self esteem issuesÂ
bit of a tomboy, skater, stoner â though she wouldn't identify as one â really loves movies and can be a proper filmophile, probably has more film soundtracks on her spotify unwrapped than she does actual artists and don't get her started on Womenâ in film bc she won't stopÂ
very active, sporty, probs trying to parkour around campus
enjoys painting, sketching, simply creating things â often is filming, riding a longboard, working on some kind of little project she'll take too seriously but won't show people until it's perfect
is a little pretentious at times ??? doesn't necessarily mean to be but if it's a debate on a topic she's passionate about ( such as art, film, etc ) then she will try to ensure you know just how knowledgeable she is on it, she's not afraid to flex but she wouldn't outwardly flex for no reason if that makes senseÂ
she also . . . feels p dumb at gallagher tbh, a lot of her strengths lie in her creativity and art and now sheâs very ??? wtf am i doing ?? but she will continue to act like she knows !
can speak english, french, german and spanish all pretty fluently, italian well enough to get by, knows a bit of japanese bc sheâs . . . a weeb sometimes but also bc of her martial arts
CONNECTIONS
FAMILY / CHILDHOOD FRIENDS ( SPY ) â so this would more than likely be before her parents divorce, but sheâs not against keeping in contact a little if she liked you, it could have also been a family who reached out to her dad afterwards because while heâd move away / hide his location promptly after, he would still help them if they needed it ( 1 / ? )
FAMILY / CHILDHOOD FRIENDS ( NON SPY ) â same thing, but would have probably been after the divorce, just normal families that her and her dad knew, neighbours, work colleagues, school friends, would more than likely have also needed to be west coast sorta area but if your muse was there briefly, they could have kept in contact once theyâd left ( 0 / ? )
LEGACIESÂ â she potentially . . . wonât like you if youâre a legacy and you are egotistical / assholey even a tiny bit, bc that basically proves her argument that theyâre ALL like that jshbjsbjs but i wud like her to have legacies that she . . . hates that she likes as well, i think sheâll realise p quickly most are fine lmao
ART HOES â whether theyâre into painting as well and they do it together or they let her paint them !
SMOKE / SKATE BUDS â one or the other, both, whatever !!Â
A HOOK UP THATâS EITHER ALREADY HAPPENED OR GOING TO â in my head sheâs a bit ??? w sex tbh so maybe plot this out a bit more but can be a ?? positive relationship or a negative one idm
CRUSHES !!!!!!!!! â sheâs not even been at the school long but im certain she probs has some already
iâm not good w wanted connections so pls just hmu if u have ideas and as usual like dis for plots / jus message me, iâll be on discord !! if you donât have/use discord just message me first on tumblr bc otherwise i wont realise jhbsjhbjhbsj
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OwO when u have time,, can I have a haven box for BNHA?? But just when youâre free and not working on prior works!! >:( Iâm watching u bish
You can use my name in the result if you want to lol I already know it anyway!!
She/her, Taurus, INTJ, slytherin (pretty freakinâ queer but I usually lean towards boys/enbies more)
Personality: the first thing people notice about me is that I am less of a feeler and more of a thinker. I do have an IQ of 125, but my emotional intelligence is quite low, so I have trouble sympathizing with others. But I learned through experience, so I donât SEEM emotionless. I can (and will) help my friends through tough times if they need me. Iâm pragmatic, so I always go for the facts instead of the feelings during decision making or tough situations. I hold a lot of perfectionist traits that make it really hard for me to be satisfied with my results if they arenât higher than the norm. I also have a slight issue with saying no, so sometimes Iâll offer my help or enrol myself in long-term projects while knowing I legit do not have time for more stuff on my schedule. Being a bit smarter than average, I sometimes feel like Iâm obligated to help others so that they can do good too (however, I do like helping people with their hw to a certain extent). Iâm working on those issues though!! Iâm also an introvert, and I can get rlly tired if I have to be interacting for more than four hours straight with people, especially if their persona isnât rlly compatible with mine.
However, when Iâm surrounded by friends (or generally people who arenât my superiors), Iâm very energetic, loud, silly and I have a sharp tongue. Iâm also insanely competitive, like someone please stop me?? My sense of humour goes from absolute nonsense to almost mean spirited sarcasm, but it all depends on who Iâm talking to. Iâm a MAJOR memer, I have a bunch of files filled with them, and I couldnât bear be with people who didnât understand my meme references. When I start liking something, I can get easily obsessed. Iâm stubborn, therefore very passionate about the things I care about. I also have a slight case of the Endorphin Junkie, meaning that I really, really like the high you get after sports so I do crossfit training like five to six times a week. Iâm unapologetically myself, and I will not ever change who I am to fit within the norm. Iâm sometimes told that (that Iâm odd, I mean), but I usually thank the people who tell me. I have a really, really big love for music and I have a tendency to break into song sometimes when people say a line from a song I know. I also cry sometimes when music gets really good ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ whoops
Appearance: Iâm around 5â6â, with hazel eyes and brown hair that goes around to my shoulders. It gets curly out of nowhere. I can either wake up with straight hair or wake up with a freakin perm, itâs funny. My body isnât exactly the lean type, Iâm somewhere around the buff area of the scale instead, but as long as I seem visibly strong, Iâm satisfied. When Iâm not going anywhere significant, I usually just wear sport shirts and sweats, but I have a penchant for Dark Academia so I like /looking/ like Iâm smart sometimes. And I have glasses bc apparently my eyes are assholes and they work too hard and it hurts my brain all the time
Likes: music (DavidBowieDavidBowieDavidBow-); I have a really wide range of music that goes from early 2000âs pop to 1700âs requiems(my faves are Bowie, Queen and Pink Floyd). I enjoy studying theoretical fields, reading, and I like talking about Absurd Theories About Reality That Make Little To No Sense. I like sports, and I love joking around with friends in the most exaggerated ways. I also love the colour green and Iâm more of a cat person
Dislikes: dogs (theyâre cute but keep them away pls), ignorant people, irresponsible people, spiders, things Iâm not good at from the beginning, having to deal with strangers being upset, crying (me. I donât like crying; I mean me, Iâm fine if my friends cry)
Other fun facts!!
- my goals for the future are all over the place; I want to work for Disney, I want to get a musical composition degree, I want a biomedical engineering bachelors degree, I want an astrophysics doctorate, I want to study languages, I want to be a foreign English teacher... I canât ever decide.
- I have a long history with getting crushes on guys who turned out to be gay. It happens so often and I HATE IT, it makes me feel terrible.
- I!!love!!70âs!!music!!so!!much!! I was raised on that stuff, my dad wouldnât let us listen to anything else
- Lol my favourite playlist name is Drugs Playlist But I Donât Even Do Drugs itâs just a bunch of Pink Floyd and David Bowie songs
- My favourite movies are 80âs or 90âs comedy classics!! Like Wayneâs World, or Airplane!, or Night at the Roxbury. I keep quoting Wayneâs World and no one understands :(
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Hello and Welcome my Starlight!
The Haven box includes:
- Match up
- Sun drop
- Flashes of memory
- Truth or dare gone wrong
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I'd match you up with
Sero Hanata, Cellophane
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Sun drops
The reasons I paired you
- It me awhile to think about who to match you up with
- I was thinking of either Bakugou or Denki
- BUT THEN I REMEMBERED SERO
- Sero is such an underrated character smh
- BUT THIS DYNAMIC IS WHAT I LIVE FOR
-At first, you might be annoyed at his lack of knowledge but you over past that
- His EQ can help you grow as a person as well
- You have the IQ he has the EQ, BALANCE!
- You two would often have laughing sessions at class
- No cap tho, you two would be the most interesting couple
- You guys would have a matching necklace or a Keychain (IDK why but I feel like it-)
- You get along well with Denki, (IT TOOK A LONG TIME)
- But you would rather hang out with Bakugou (He tolerates you more than the others).
- BRO, please give him love. He craves your attention
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Flashes of memories
Sero: Hello there hot stuff!
Eve: Hello there Soy sauce
Sero: NOT YOU TOO
Eve: Just kidding, Hello babe
Sero: ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?
Eve: Yes, killing you with love
Sero: Dang that's smooth
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Sero: He-
Eve: I didn't take your Pocky, Denki did
Sero: How-
Eve: You've been yelling about it for the past few minutes
Sero: Oh-
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Sero: Can you help me with studying?
Eve: Struggling again?
Sero: Yes...
Eve: Why did I date you again?
Sero: Please?
Eve: ...
Also Eve: Fine
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Truth or dare gone wrong
The class 1-A were all gathered in their common room, even Bakugou was present. The class was having a truth or dare session, it seemed interesting. âSero, my man! Truth or dare?â Denki asked as he looked at Sero. âTruth! I choose truth,â Sero said. âWho have you been talking on the phone to this past weeks? The one I keep hearing is my pumpkin?â Denki asked. Seroâs face then turned a light shade of pink. âO-Oh- ummm,â He started as he looked away. âDoes our Cellophane have a girlfriend?â Mina teased as she poked Sero. âY-Yeah,â He stuttered. âOI THATâS NOT FAIR?!? WHY CAN YOU HAVE A GIRL BUT I CANâT,â Denki sulked as he placed his head on the table. âIf you werenât such a perv then maybe you can get one!â Hakagure responded.
âDonât be shy. Tell us more,â Mina said. Seroâs blush darkened and he looked away. âWe are playing truth or dare! Itâs my turn to ask,â Sero then said. âActually, I am quite curious as well. We can always continue later,â Momo said as she smiled. Everyone agreed and they then looked at the nervous male. âCâmon now guys, this is unfair,â Sero said as he looked at everyone. âBut you have a girl and we want tea,â Mina then said as she sat in front of him. âI- um, you guys really want to know about her, huh?â Sero said as he chuckled. Everyone nodded and stared at Sero intently. âJust tell us already, Soy sauce,â Bakugou growled as he glared at Sero. âDonât listen to him, bro. He is just jealous,â Kirishima said. âWHAT-â Bakugou was about to counter but was silenced. âFine! Fine! You got me in a corner,â Sero then said as he chuckled. âShe should be coming here,â He added as he looked at the door. âThree, two, one,â He then said as he pointed to the door.
âHello, is Sero Hanta here?âA feminine voice said. âARE YOU A PSYCHIC?â Denki said as he looked surprised. âIâm right here pumpkin!â Sero then said as he smirked. His nervousness melted away as he saw the 5â6ft girl. It was his girlfriend, Eve, and he was overjoyed. âHey there babe!â She then said as she smiled. âDANG YOU GOT A FINE LADY!â Denki then yelled as he checked her out. âKeep your eyes above for Iâll gorge them out,â Eve then said as she glared at Denki. Soon enough, Mineta tried to touch her as well but his efforts were at vain. Sero used his tape as to stop Mineta from getting closer. And Eve kicked him away, far away from her. âGet your filthy hands away from her,â Sero said as he stood up. He then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. âWoah, that was so manly!â Kirishima said as he smiled.
âGIRLS! GET HER-â Mina said as she tackled the girl. They didnât fall down but Mina was laughing and hugging her. âGirl! How long have you been together?â Mina asked as she pulled away. Eve was a bit uncomfortable but she merely had a stoic face. âA few weeks,â She responded bluntly. And soon enough, the truth or dare session was forgotten. It was replace with the class 1-A trying to pry out the tea from the couple. Did they succeed? No, not really. Though the class seemed to love Eve and her antics. The class even tried to make them forget about the date they have planned. But either way, Sero and Eve got manage to get away to have their small movie date at his room.
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Author's note
Hai bb! I'm sorry it took so long. But thanks for requesting again~
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rubicund â bang chan
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summary: music production major chris really needs a place to live - and you just happen to have a few empty rooms and need a new roommate.
right.
letâs go lesbians!!
so u, lovely lil college sophomore u, lived in an apartment
fuck dorm lives
n ur roommate was ur friend n everything was SICK
until ur friend moved out - to live w his boyfriend -_-
now u were alone :(
and u didnât have enough money to pay rent by yourself :(
so u either move out! or find another roommate
but ur apartment was way too sick to just MOVE OUT LIKE THAT
so u started advertising hey! iâm a poor college student! be my roommate if ur also in college! hey!
christopher bang, college sophomore, has been kicked out of his apartment.
his roommate, jisung, said, âhey chris? this apartment is a one bedroom n my boyfriend is moving in so âŚ. can u go?â LIKE IT WAS THE MOST CASUAL THING EVER???
SURE JISUNG, IâLL JUST BE HOMELESS!!
chris, the angel he is, agreed.
but now he needed a place to live! hopefully w enough room to set up his recording stuff
so he started looking until- hey! he stumbled upon your ad!
the ad seemed friendly enough, so he went to check it out
u opened the door on a rainy sunday after rushing around to make sure everything looked PERFECT!!
every couch pillow was Fluffed to Perfection >:(( and every surface was Sparking >:((
honestly though?? chris thought U were sparkling
u opened the door, ur face flushed from all the rushing about, and u smiled the most gentle smile ever,
âhi! iâm y/n. youâre chris, right?â
ât-that i am!â
you started giving him a tour of the apartment, making sure to emphasize how good a roommate u were and that u usually stayed in ur room so !! no need to worry about u !!
but chris was !! worrying !!
u were so cute and ur voice was so cute n u seemed so shy and unsure of what u were doing
u were just so soft! how was he supposed to live w the biggest cutie in the world?
âum. iâm a music production major...and i make music with two of my friends, and i usually work at home. is that an issue? would it be too loud?â
âoh no not at all! we have an extra room that my old roommate used as a dance studio, so you could use it as a recording studio or whatever!â
dang it
chris was kinda hoping that his music thing would be annoying so he couldnât live there
but the house was perfect! and u seemed like the perfect roommate!
a week later, chris was moving in
u helped him, of course, u lil angel
u didnât really know chris that well, so u didnât know if he was just a shy dude or if he was nervous around u
news flash: heâs nervous
u were helping him move in??? what a kind soul!!! can u get any cuter >:((
apparently.
he was organizing his stuff that night when there was a light knocking on his door.
it was u
âheyâ
âhey?â
âi uh-â u were looking down at ur feet, ur hands clasped behind ur back, âwas just wondering if you wanted to come watch a movie with me? i mean, we live together now so we should probably get to know each other and maybe be friends, yanno?â
âo-oh! sure! what movie?â
âi was thinking mulanâŚâ
âur speaking my language nowâ
so there u two were, all sprawled out in the living room, covering in soft blankets and chomping down on some snacks.
u two were barely focused on the movie, finding each other much more interesting.
u learned that he made music with his friends jisung and changbin, he was australian, and that the color green really spoke to his soul for some reason he could not understand
âjust dye your hair green thenâ you had joked, to which he responded with âbet!â
and the next night, your glove-covered hands were covered in green as you rubbed them around in chrisâs hair.
he told u that his friends kept calling him broccoli chan and that he thought about punching jisung for a long time but he liked it a lot
u felt a sense of pride that u did the hair that chris liked!! yes!! go u!!
as the weeks went on, you and chris only got closer and closer.
and your feelings grew and grew.
at first, you just brushed it off as spending so much time together
but when he spent a few days at changbinâs to finish a few tracks, u found yourself missing him >:(
u missed his stupid broccoli hair and his stupid smile and his stupid giggle and his stupid dad jokes that DIDNâT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE-
oh no!
u liked chris
now what?
u pretend u donât and just deal with it on ur own bc confessing is for PUSSIES.
like?? what if he rejected u?? yâall LIVED together- it would be so awkward.
and when he came home u pretended that u DIDN'T miss him
even when he got all up in ur grill like âdid u miss me?? u lil cutie i bet u didâ
yeah chris is like that
once he was comfortable with u he decided to voice the thoughts he had about u
u stumble into the kitchen after just waking up, messy hair and half-closed eyes?
âUR SO CUTE WOW!!!â
u come home from class super pissed off and pouty?
âHOW ARE U SO ADORABLE??â
wellâŚ.not all of his thoughts.
he didnât tell you that he thought about you before going to sleep.
he didnât tell you that every night, he debated getting up and going to your room, which was just across the hall, and climbing into your bed and cuddling you to death.
he didnât tell you that every time you were stressing about taking a test or turning in an essay, he just wanted to kiss you and make all your stress disappear.
so basically, he was #whipped
ugh, mutual pining, we love that!
so who does he tell?
no one, dummy
he tells his lyric book!
look at u, getting songs written about u and shit
but one day, jisung found said lyric book.
âoooooh!!!!! who is the target of our channieâs affections??â he had squealed, quickly reading over chrisâs scribbled text.
âJISUNG YOU WHORE GIVE IT BACK.â
but jisung - that whore - wasnât very good at listening. he started rapping what chan had written, even though they were just lyrics without a melody.
âNO you BUFFOON youâre not supposed to RAP itâs a pretty ACOUSTIC song donât you listen to ed sheeran >:(â
âhaha she ran.â
âyou fool.â
after minutes of struggling, chris YANKED his lyric book back from the buffoon, shoving it deep into his backpack.
âwell you write lyrics about your boyfriend so whatâs so weird about THIS?â
âwe know who jisungâs boyfriend is but we donât know who youâre writing about.â changbin stated, not even looking up from his phone.
âitâs uh...my roommate-â
âhow cliche-â
âjisung you literally bumped into your boyfriend in the hallway and spilled your coffee on him. youâre the king of cliches. let the man speak.â
ok
changbin snapped?
âum yeah itâs my roommate. y/n. theyâre justâŚ.i dunnoâŚ.really cool and nice and cute and...make me feel things i havenât felt before yeah.â
jisung and changbin shared a look.
âlike? butterflies in your stomach and your headâs in the clouds and you feel on top of the world when youâre with them?â
âyeah? and what about it?â
another look.
âinteresting.â
jisung quickly delivered this information to his boyfriend, hyunjin.
who just so happened!
to be your ex-roommate.
so he, of course, told you.
âyouâre kidding, right?â you asked, not even looking at your laptop screen where hyunjinâs goofy smile was.
âno! jisung had a hard time getting it all out, chris was being so romantic. he couldnât look me in the eyes for like 20 minutes after.â hyunjin was looking down at his cuticles, his feet propped up on his desk.
since he moved out, this is how you guys talked the most
go over to his new place? no thanks!
jisung was a cool guy but .. he was a slob and you didnât want to be around that energy
âso. he likes me back.â
âyes- WAIT BACK??? Y/N Y/LN YOU NEVER TOLD ME THIS? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BACK-â
âsorry jinnie i think the doorâs about to open. you should probably sort out that weird no eye contact thing with jisung haha love you bye!â you quickly ended the call, breathing out a sigh of relief.
the door opening was just an excuse, but then the front door opened.
(soulmate culture! thanks)
you popped your head out from around a corner, sending a smile to your roommate.
âhello, love of my life.â
âhello, Christopher.â
âouch?â
you giggled, âiâm just kidding,â you moved from your spot and plopped down on the couch next to chris, moving your body so you were facing the broccoli-haired boy.
âsoooooâŚ..any interesting conversations today?â
real smooth, y/n. real smooth.
âexcuse me?â
âyou know...any conversations about roommates that make your heart do flippy things?â
âiâm going to kill jisung.â
âplease donât. if it wasnât for his big mouth, i mightâve never had the confidence to do this.â
âwhat is âth-ââ but he was cut off
by your lips
on his
fun, right?
your hand was so soft on his cheek
and your lips were soft too
he was kind of going insane
this was pure bliss for him
but hey, people gotta breathe
and you, the non-rapper, had to pull away first
you smiled at him, and he was reminded of your first meeting
you were flushed again, and your smile was still so gentle
his heart was pounding, and he didnât know if it would ever stop
so after giving you a few seconds to breathe, he pulled you in again
he had an inkling he would never get tired of the feeling
everything about you was so soft, so delicate
he handled you like glass
chris was always meticulous, and it was obvious in the way he kissed you.
this time, he pulled away, only to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
âso uhhh...do i like called you my boyfriend now or?â
he laughed. it was the most beautiful sound.
âyeah, i would like that a lot.â
that night, chris followed you into your bed.
and he held you and let the steady pounding of his heart lull you to sleep.
and he fell asleep to the sound of your breathing.
and the next morning, he was the first to wake.
but he used those few minutes before you woke up to just admire you.
when you woke up, he just smiled down at you, âhey.â
your sleepy smile was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.
âhey, boyfriend.â
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Sander Sides Cooking Show AU-Mini Fanfic
So a couple people asked for this, so I tried my best. This is one other challenges, so they have to make food to fit the brief and the aim is to win Peopleâs Choice by getting the most votes. It literally has nothing to do with the show at this point, itâs just me being shippy and loving the dynamics of their relationships. Itâs logicality vs prinxiety, but I have another one written which is better (bc this is low-key awful) but I havenât typed it up yet. Anyway, enjoy!
Challenge
The judges revealed their challenge; the teams would be cooking for a sea of hungry people in a matter of hours, and they had to prepare food fit for an amusement park. This means easy to eat on the go, light, and delicious. The teams already had in mind exactly what they wanted to do, and when the time started, they immediately sprinted to their stations and got to work.
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âWhat are you boys cooking today?â Emma called from her work station, directly next to Roman and Virgil.
âWeâre making breaded meatballs and a sauce to go with it, what about you lovely ladies?â Roman flashed a charming grin at the pair.
âWeâre going to be making popcorn chicken, because who doesnât love that?â
âVery true. I wish you both the best of luck.â He finished kindly.
âYou too Roman.â They both replied in unison, voices a bit higher, a bit sweeter.
âIâm here too, yâknow?â Virgil grumbled to himself, sprinkling seasoning over the protein before him. âNo one cares about that, do they?â
âI care!â Roman chirped up from behind him.
âShut up, you donât count.â
âHow dare, I refuse to be treated like this, all I was doing was trying to be kind, but no, my efforts are wasted on you!â Roman dramatically posed, making his voice sound slightly higher and more eloquent.
âRoman, no, you are not doing this one minute into the challenge.â Virgil sighed, already exasperated at his partner.
âDoing what? Hmm? Whatâs your issue, Jason Toddler? Do you-â
âI WILL HIT YOU WITH A FRYING PAN!â
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âSo, weâre going to do a banana spring role, with fresh fruit and white chocolate custard on the side!â Patton beamed at the camera, already busy rolling out the pastry, clearly in his element. âLogan, howâre you doing?â He called sweetly over his shoulder.
âAdequate.â The taller replied dryly. He wasnât being hostile, just efficient, there was no need for a long response that could threaten his focus on the task at hand.
âThatâs good, we canât have anything going wrong, this is a bake or break situation.â Patton smiled proudly at his own joke, his focus entirely on the pasty and not even turning to see Logan stop what he was doing to glare t him. He could already feel those sharp eyes on him, could see the familiar expression on his face. He giggled to himself.
After a slight pause, Logan returned to the custard knowing that, despite the pun, Patton was right, it was crucial everything they did was perfect. He heard Patton move around behind him, he was impressed that his partner was already moving onto the bananas. Logan continued to concentrate entirely on what he was making, recalling the instructions with perfect clarity and following them with exact precision. There was no room for error.
âHey LoganâŚâ Patton spoke up, causing the other to turn towards him. The smaller man was holding the large silver bowl of crushed bananas under one arm, his other arm held up proudly, a banana in hand. âIâm bananas for you.â
Logan froze, staring at him with cold, emotionless eyes. âI despise everything about you.â
âAw, Lo, that really hurt my peelings.â Even Parron cringed inwardly at that one, not his best.
âPlease, I will actually pay you to stop.â Logan begged, dislodging his glasses as he pressed his palms to his eyes.
âWell, at least youâre on the ripe track in terms of attitude. But youâve gotta stop slacking Lo, we need time to make sure this dish looks a-peeling.â
Logan couldnât even find the right words, he just stared, trying to hold back a scream in frustration, for his dignityâs sake.
***
âSHIT! RO!â Virgil shouted, jumping backwards as something next to his partner set fire, how did Roman have a talent for doing this? Despite the unfortunate frequent-ness of this occurrence, it did not ease Virgilâs pounding heart and rushing mind. This was too much, what the fuck was Roman doing? What was happening at his point? Who honestly knows whatâs going on? Because Virgil sure as hell doesnât.
Roman instantaneously grabbed a towel, ran it under the tap, then threw it in the general direction of the flames, all within a second. Virgil was sure it had become so second nature to him by this point, that he could just sense exactly where the fire was.
âVirgil, are you alright?â
âWHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO THIS?!â Virgil yelled, his heart still crashing against his rib cage and fear coursing through his veins.
âIâm just talented like that, Hot Topic.â Roman smiled warmly, trying to convince Virgilâs frantic heart that everything was, indeed, okay. Virgil let out a heavy breath, allowing himself to relax slightly and stop snapping at Roman, however a voice cut through his relief, immediately making him tense.
âLooks like itâs getting hot over there boys.â Tay, Emmaâs teammate, called from her station.
âRoman, maybe you should take your shirt off.â Emma added, her flirting was obviously all in good fun and entirely harmless, but Virgil couldnât control the way his blood boiled, or prevent that little growl that escaped him.
Romanâs mouth dropped open a little, one side of his lips pulling up into a smirk. He went to reply, but Virgil caught him before he could open his mouth. He pulled him down by his collar, forcing him to meet his eyes, foreheads nearly touching.
âShut up. Keep cooking.â Virgil ordered, pushing him backwards and turning to his prep again.
***
âPATTON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?â Logan panicked as he noticed his partner changing the recipe.
âJust adding a bit more of-â
â-But thatâs not what-â
â-Shh shh shhhh.â Patton cooed, walking over to Logan and cupping his face with his hands. âHush now.â
âThis is highly unprofessional, I would be grateful if you were to desist from this⌠immediately.â Logan was ignored.
âNow Logan, I know you hate going against what the recipe says, but my taste buds are disagreeing with the recipe, and my taste buds know their stuff! Come on, when have they ever been wrong before?â
Logan mumbled something incoherent.
âThatâs the spirit!â His partner beamed. âNow, continue what youâre doing while I worry about improving the recipe.â He finished, placing a light kiss to Loganâs lips before removing his hands and chirpily turning around.
Logan rolled his eyes, allowing a begrudging smile as he turned back around again, or at least, went to turn around. Before he could turn fully, he noticed Pattonâs movements; swaying on his feet, shifting his weight breezily, without a care in the world. He was dancing. Of course he was. In fact, Logan could just about catch the sweet, beautiful humming above the clatter of those around them. Patton really was adorable, never did Logan think someone could be so kind or innocent, it seemed like such an impossibility, yet here he stood, humming and baking and dancing. He let out sigh. Logan wasnât one for emotions, but Patton seemed to bring them out of nowhere.
He turned back to his station, listening intently to Pattonâs humming, clinging to the sound. Above everything else, he could hear the soft, almost murmur, of humming behind him. Content, peaceful and in his element finally⌠until a voice cut through his tranquillity.
âSHIT! RO!â
âI believe Romanâs burnt something, hurt himself or set something on fire.â Logan notified his partner, who giggled slightly then stood on the tip of his toes, looking over the crowd for their friends.
âI think it was a mini fire.â Patton conclude, pushing his glasses up his nose.
âWHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO THIS?!â
âI agree, most likely a fire.â
***
âLook at the people!â Roman declared, looking at the flood of people waiting to come in the amusement park. Theyâd finally arrived, just to put everyone on edge and glare at everything judgmentally. Roman had already caught a couple peopleâs eye, Virgil noticed as  group of young women began huddling together, casting fond gazes at his partner.
Itâs okay Virgil, just means theyâre more likely to come over here and buy our food. Itâs fine.
Romanâs head perked up from plating for a second, noticing the group of women, he flashed them his signature smile. They giggled, of course, because basic.
Virgil was done with this, done with everyone, He walked over to Roman, placing a hand on his back, silently telling him to turn around.
âI think weâre ready Surely Temple. Everythingâs plated and looks good, are you happy w-â
âThatâs nice.â Virgil cut him off, wrapping his arms around his neck, Roman chuckled upon realising why his partner was suddenly so clingy, happily relishing in the opportunity to wrap his own arms around Virgilâs waist, bringing them close together.
âStop smiling at the hyenas Ro, they might try and eat you.â Virgil murmured far too sweetly.
Roman couldnât decide if jealous Virgil was cute or hot. Probably bothâŚdefinitely both.
Suddenly, the judgesâ voices boomed over the chaos, announcing the end of prep time and released the crowd. It was a tsunami of people, everywhere they began emerging, hungry and prowling.
Virgil spun round quickly, gathering the little boxes theyâd created and proudly displaying them at the front of the stall, then turned to start making more batches and leaving Roman to deal with the people, not that he minded of course.
Roman was friendly and charming, enticing people to their stand was the perfect role for him, and quietly preparing extra food when itâs not needed that moment was perfect for Virgil. They worked well together.
So many people were interested in the breaded meatballs, and flocked to the stall, even the group of women from earlier, despite Virgil clearly claiming Roman. At one point a mother with a small girl came up to the stand, she held a small foam sword in one hand, holding it proudly above her head.
âGood heavens, are you a knight?â Roman gasped at the girl.
âYes!â She grinned at being addressed with her proper title, then her smile dropped, eyes falling to the floor, as it scolded. âBut my friend says I canât be the knight. He says I have to be the princess.â She said sadly.
âWell he must surely be wrong, I have never met a knight as valiant as you in my life! And, being a prince, Iâve met many knights.â Roman replied, handing the mother their food, she smiled warmly at him.
âYouâre a prince?!â The girl smiled brightly.
âPrince Roman, at your service.â He gave a dramatic bow, Virgil, watching in the background, rolled his eyes but smiled fondly still. âYou must tell your friend that you can be a knight, if you so wish. You can be whatever you want. So can he. But, he must also accept who you, as the knight you truly are.â
âI will!â She replied excitedly, jumping slightly. The mother smiled at Roman again before her face got lost in the crowd, getting replaced by another.
âHey, Princey, keep serving.â Virgil called from behind him, an endeared smile still firmly plastered to his face.
***
Finally, the last customer was served, the crowd had dispersed, it was over, and Pattonâs heart felt light. Heâd heard so much positive feedback, and theyâd been swamped with people through the whole service. He cheered, immediately wrapping Logan in a hug, rocking them back and forth slowly on their feet. He was really proud of their creation, he just hoped everyone else liked it as much as he did.
Logan gave up fighting the smile on his lips as he hugged Patton back, finally feeling everything grow still and calm, despite their swaying. His mind finally stopped racing with possibilities and questions as he just let himself be hugged. The warmth that flooded through him was welcoming and reassuring, he felt finally secure, but also so alive? The juxtaposition was odd but not unpleasant, it was funny how only a hug could make his emotions run riot. As previously mentioned, Logan doesnât do feelings, but this, this was different, this was good.
***
Meanwhile, as soon as service was officially over, Virgil had been swept off his feet, literally. Roman had grabbed him  by his waist and lifted him off the floor, twirling them elegantly, like a Disney film. Virgil chuckled a little, placing his arms on Romanâs shoulders and just letting the dork have his fun. He was carefully placed back on the floor, but the grip on his waist didnât loosen.
âYouâre such a nerd.â
âUh, how dare you? I am a prince, I donât des-â Roman went to move away and continue his dramatic speech about the hardships he faced, but Virgil cut him off by pulling him closer and pressing their lips together.
âRoman,â He breathed out as they pulled a part. âStop being a diva and just let me insult you.â
Roman laughed loudly, squeezing his eyes together and tilting his head up. âWhatever you say JDelightful.â He replied, leaning in again.
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Phoenix au, coffee shop, it turns out that Phoenix flames add an interesting flavour to whatever they cook, so Ford and Fiddleford decide to open a coffee shop to help pay for things.
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So, a couple things about the ficlet I wrote for this prompt. First, I went overboard. Itâs 1.7k words long. It took me a while to build things up to the actual prompt, bc I kept getting lost in the part of the Phoenix Enchantment AU that I havenât written as much exploring, the domesticity of the phoenixes and Ford and Fidds and Tate all living together. Second, this ended up being more of a prequel to your actual suggestion? Sorry, thereâs no actual coffee shop, but coffee is talked about a lot, so thereâs that. I wanted to build up to the discovery of phoenix-roasted coffee beans being great. Those things aside, I hope you enjoy it!
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       âIâm done makinâpancakes!â Fiddleford shouted.  There wasan inquisitive squawk from somewhere else inside the house.  âYes, the eggs have been put away.â  A bunch of birds immediately flew into thekitchen.  âGood morninâ, famâly.â  Lute landed on the kitchen counter and hummedat Fiddleford.  Fiddleford scratched thetop of Luteâs head as he counted the number of phoenixes now on varioussurfaces.  âLetâs seeâŚwhereâsEmmett?  He usually-â
       âMorninâ, UncleFidds!â a voice said cheerfully from behind Fiddleford.  Fiddleford spun around.  His nephew Emmett was in the entryway of the kitchen,wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt with a dinosaur on it.  Emmett let out a wheeze. Â
       âYou all rightthere, Emmett?â Fiddleford asked, walking over to his asthmatic nephew.  Emmett wheezed again.  Lute squawked in distress and flew away,presumably to fetch Stan or Angie.
       âI wanted to do thehuman thing again,â Emmett mumbled. âSince Tateâs gone at school.  Ilike the fingers ân toes.â
       âYa have to becareful when ya turn human,â Fiddleford said gently.  âItâs stressful fer ya.â  Footsteps thundered downstairs.  In human form, Stan rushed into the kitchen,Lute on his shoulder.  He dropped to hisknees in front of his son.
       âHere ya go,â Stansaid, handing Emmett an orange inhaler. He, Fiddleford, and Lute watched Emmett take a few puffs.  âBetter?â Stan asked quietly.  Emmett nodded.  Stan let out a sigh of relief.  âSport, remember what yer ma and I tell ya.  Donât go downstairs as a human.  Not yet. Itâs too much of a strain on ya.â
       âItâs not a strainon anyone else,â Emmett said.
       âYer just a bitdifferent,â Stan said, standing up. Emmett leaned against Stanâs legs.
       âI donât like it.â
       âI know, kiddo.â  Stan stroked Emmettâs brown curls.  âYa got dealt a bad hand, and all ya can dowith it is yer best.â  Emmett noddedsilently.  Stan glanced over at thekitchen table, where Danny and Daisy were inspecting a bowl of fruit.  âGirls, I thought you were gonna do the humanthing today.â  Daisy cawed at him.
       âThatâs nice,Daisy,â Emmett said.
       âWhatâs goinâ on?âFiddleford asked.  Lute took off fromStanâs shoulder and landed on the table with his nieces.
       âDanny and Daisy arestayinâ bird so that Lute doesnât feel left out.  Heâs still in the âcan only turn human duringthe full moonâ phase,â Stan answered. Fiddleford smiled.
       âAw, thatâs sweet,âFiddleford said.  Stan pulled a chair outfrom the table.  âUh, Stan, no sittinâ ifyer not wearinâ pants.â
       âRight,â Stan saidafter a moment.  âIâll go do that.â  He ruffled Emmettâs hair before exiting thekitchen.  Fiddleford began to clean upthe mess from making breakfast earlier. Lute, Danny, and Daisy chirped at each other cheerfully as they grabbedtheir fruit of choice from the bowl on the table. Â
       âGood morning,Fiddleford,â Ford said, entering the kitchen. The phoenixes at the table crowed at him.  âYes, good morning to you all as well.  Whereâs the coffee?â
       âIn the cupboard,âFiddleford answered.  There was astuttering hiss from the table, something he recognized as laughter.  He frowned at the table.  âWhatâs so funny?â  Lute crowed in a self-assured manner.  âEmmett, whatâd he say?â
       ââYouâll seeâ,âEmmett dutifully translated.
       âThatâs ominous,âFord muttered.  âYou all right,Emmett?  Your voice is a bit breathierthan usual.â
       âHad some troublesâcause I went down the stairs after turninâ human,â Emmett said, taking a seatat the kitchen table.  Lute hummed athim.  Emmett hummed back and stroked Luteidly.  âCould one of ya make me somebreakfast, please?â
       âOf course,â Fordsaid.
       âI can handle it,âFiddleford said.
       âNonsense, Emmettâsmy godson.  Iâll get him hisbreakfast.  What do you want?â Fordasked.
       âCereal ân milk,please.â
       âA man of simpletastes,â Ford said, flashing a grin at Emmett. âWhich milk substitute do you want today?â  Lute squawked.
       âDonât listen toUncle Lute,â Emmett said.  âIâd likealmond milk.â
       âWhat did he say?âFiddleford asked.  He opened the cupboardand grabbed the bag of coffee beans.
       âCoconut.  I donât like coconut.â
       âAh,â Ford said witha nod.  Fiddleford frowned at the coffeebeans.
       âStanfordâŚâ
       âYes?â
       âI thought we boughtthe non-roasted beans this time.â
       âWe did.â
       âThese are obviouslyroasted.â
       âThat canât beright.â  Ford walked over to Fiddlefordand peered over his shoulder.  âIdistinctly remember going out of my way to find the non-roasted beans.  What happened?â
       âWhatâs goinâ on?â avoice asked.  Ford and Fiddleford lookedover.  Angie had arrived in the kitchen,carrying her youngest child, one-year-old Emory.
       âNothinâ big,âFiddleford said.  âJust a minor mysteryis all.  Ford bought non-roasted coffeebeans, but these have been roasted.â
       âOh, Lute and Standid that,â Angie said, taking a seat at the table next to Emmett.  She kissed the top of Emmettâs head.  âYer breathinâ all right, honey?â she asked.
       âIâm fine, Ma,âEmmett protested.  âStop fussinâ.â
       âYa got pneumoniawhen ya were just a couple days old, Emmett. I canât help myself but worry âbout ya.â
       âBah!â Emory saidenthusiastically, grabbing at Emmettâs nose. Emmett frowned at his younger sibling.
       âQuit it, squirt,âEmmett said.
       âBe nice to yerbrother,â Angie scolded.
       âAngie, what didLute and Stan do?â Fiddleford asked. Angie looked up at him.
       âHmm?â
       âYou said that Luteand Stan have something to do with why the non-roasted coffee is roasted,â Fordsaid. Â
       âOh, right.  Sorry, I got distracted.  I got too many children, ân they all needattention.â
       âThen ya shouldajust stopped with me,â Emmett muttered.
       âEmmett StanfordMcGucket,â Angie said in a warning tone. Emmett crossed his arms and looked away. Angie sighed tiredly.  âBack tothe issue of the coffee.  Lute ân Stanthink ya drink too much coffee, Ford.  Sothey tried to get rid of it.â
       âHow?â Ford asked.
       âSettinâ it on fire.  But it didnât work.  They just ended up roastinâ the beans.â  Angie frowned at Lute, who was preening himselfnonchalantly.  âI think theyâre hopinâthat the beans âre burnt or gross or somethinâ. âCause they seem awful proud of themselves.â
       âWhoâs proud?â Stanasked, walking into the kitchen, now fully clothed. Â
       âYou and Lute,â Fordsaid.  Stan raised an eyebrow at him.  âOf attempting to ruin the coffee.â
       âNah, I donât thinkit was an attempt,â Stan said.  He openedthe fridge and took out the coconut milk. âI think it was a success.â
       âOnly one way tofind out,â Ford said.
       âYou really want to usethe coffee beans that our siblinâs used their weird fire magic on?â Fiddlefordasked. Â
       âWe donât have anyother coffee beans anywhere in the house.â
       âFine.â  Fiddleford dumped some of the beans into thegrinder.  He took an experimental whiffof the resulting powder.  âHmm, it donâtsmell burnt.  Smells pretty nice.  Almost spicy.â  Fiddleford shrugged, then dumped the beansinto the coffee maker.  Stan sat at thekitchen table with his glass of milk and nudged Danny away from the bowl offruit so that he could grab a banana.  Lutecawed at him.
       âNuh-uh.  If it didnât work, Iâm blaminâ it on you,âStan said.  Lute ruffled hisfeathers.  âI know how to use the phoenixmagic, and yer barely gettinâ started with it.â Lute let out a small hiss.  âLanguage.â
       âGnah!â Emoryshouted excitedly, slamming his pudgy fists on the table.  Angie and Stan chortled.
       âI think someonewants some breakfast,â Angie cooed.  Shegave Emory a peck on the cheek.  Fordhanded Emmett a bowl of cereal.
       âThank you, UncleFord,â Emmett said politely.  Emorygrabbed the spoon out of Emmettâs bowl.  âHey!â
       âDa!â Emory yelled.  Emmett glared at his sibling.
       âShut up, Emory.â
       âEmmett, donât talkto your brother like that,â Stan snapped. âHeâs just a baby.  Be patient.â  Lute burbled something quietly.  Emmettâs jaw dropped.
       âI am not!â
       âWhatâd he say?âFiddleford asked. Â
       âUncle Lute says Iâmjealous of Emory beinâ the baby now.  ButIâm not!â
       âLord,â Angiemumbled.  She sniffed the air.  âIs the coffee ready?â
       âYes,â Ford said,already pouring himself a mug.  âDo youwant some?â
       âI do very much wantsome, but last time I had coffee, it was at undergrad, and I nearly set the labon fire from beinâ so jittery,â Angie said, bouncing Emory on her knee in anattempt to calm him down.  ââN that waswithout fire magic.â  Daisy trilledloudly.  âNo, honey, settinâ buildinâs onfire on purpose is arson, ân against the law.â
       âIâll take a cup,âStan said.  Lute squawked at him.  âOh, yeah. Never mind.â
       âYou sure, Stan?â Fordasked.  He joined the flock at thetable.  âThis is excellent.â  Stan stared at him.
       âYouâre joking.â
       âIâm not.  This is the best coffee Iâve ever had.  Whatever you and Lute did, it made the beansphenomenal.â  Ford took another sip ofhis drink.  âIn fact, we could sell it.â
       ââŚWhat?â
       âI agree with Stan,âFiddleford said.  âWhat are ya talkinâ about?â
       âWell, the aviaryhas been cutting into our expenses more lately, with Tate and Molly at college,and Lute and Emory joining the flock,â Ford said.  âHaving an additional source of income,however small, would help a lot.â
       âSo ya want to sellroasted coffee beans?â Angie asked.
       âPhoenix-roasted,âFord corrected.  âIt would be a smalloperation, and I doubt we could make much profit.  But enough to upgrade some of the equipmentin the aviary or pay for travel expenses at scientific conferences.â  He nodded at Stan and Lute.  âAnd I know that you two have been wanting tocontribute more to the household finances. Weâd kill two birds with one stone.â Danny squawked loudly.  âThat wasa poor choice of metaphors.  Itâs awin-win.â
       âItâs yer decision,darlinâ,â Angie said quietly to Stan. Stan let out a sigh.
       âI wish that thesabotage had worked.  But yeah, Lute andI âll do what we can to help you nerds keep a roof over our heads.â
       âOr,â Emmettinterjected, âyâall could sell cricket cookies! Those âre better than coffee.â
��       âI think most humanswould disagree,â Ford said.  âBut thatâs somethingwe can keep in the back of our minds as an additional option.â
       âMagic-roastedcoffee and cricket cookies,â Fiddleford said, shaking his head.  âNot exactly what I expected when we firstmoved to Gravity Falls.â
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Open To Interpretation: Negan x Reader
MasterlistÂ
Warnings: Inappropriate teacher/student relationship (student is of legal age in the US and UK), smut, the usual. Also, I wrote the character a little more like myself bc I feel like I keep writing the same kind of reader and its getting tedious. Hit my inbox if this is you af. ALSO HIT MY INBOX IF YOUâVE EVER HAD ANY KIND OF TEACHER/STUDENT RELATIONSHIP? SPILL THE TEA IâM NOSY.
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âPreserving innocent life, orderly living in society, worshipping god, educating children, and reproducing.â His deep, gravelly voice fills the lecture hall. All his students are enraptured, a rare thing for many teachers. He pauses before continuing. âWhat are the issues with these precepts that Aquinas put forward?â
 You bite your lip anxiously. Answering questions in class isnât an issue for you, in fact your teachers often tell you to give the other students a chance, but your Philosophy and Ethics professor makes you somewhat nervous. Tall, late forties, gorgeous black beard with silver streaks and piercing hazel eyes. The recipe for a crippling medley of anxiety and attraction.
 Despite this, impressing him and getting your grade is often the reason you manage to pluck up the courage to respond to his queries, his opinion of you is something you are very conscious of. You glance around the room to see no one has raised their hand. You decide to take one for the team, slowly lifting your arm from the desk.
Professor Neganâs head turns in your direction, a somewhat predatory grin spreading across his handsome features.
âY/N. Let âem have it.â You try not to smile too hard at his confidence that youâll give a good answer, but it proves to be rather difficult when heâs urging you on with one of his own infectious smiles.
 âI think a lot of issues arise with these precepts, mainly that there are too many grey areas and not everyone agrees with the idea that these should be prioritised by society as a whole.â A small smirk plays at the corners of his lips. âNot to mention everyone has different ideas as to what these precepts involve.â
 âSuch as?â
âThe definition of orderly living in society differs massively from person to person. For example, someone might consider a party going on past twelve as relatively orderly, but their neighbours might disagree.â Professor Negan along with the rest of the lecture hall chuckle at your scenario.
 After spurring the sharing of ideas and opinions, the rest of your classmates were more agreeable to putting their own out there. The opinions differed massively, and Negan appeared to be having fun listening to everyone debate heatedly. The class was so animated, that it almost drew into lunch break.
 âAlright fuckers, I think youâve assaulted my ears enough today. Go do whatever it is the youth of today does on their break.â He shooed all of you out of the room, but just as you were leaving he caught your arm. âHold up a sec, Y/N.â
 Most people who come into some form of contact with you on a daily basis know not to touch you without being on a certain level of closeness with you, but professor Negan is an exception to this rule. You really couldnât care less that you donât know all that much about him other than his name, penchant for cursing, and views on the subjects he taught, his touch sets your entire being on fire.
 Once the class is empty, he backs up against the front of his desk, resting his backside on the edge and his hands either side of him for support.
âI marked last weeks essaysâŚâ He begins.
âYou realise you set those two weeks ago.â You correct him. His eyes widen slightly, and then he sighs.
 âShit, whatever. Anyway, I marked those. What I wanted to tell ya was that yours was ridiculous.â Your heart drops in embarrassment, and it must have shown on your expression. Professor Negan chuckles. âDonât cry kid, I meant ridiculous as in ridiculously fuckinâ good. You thinkinâ of doing a masters by any chance?â
 You sigh in relief.
âI havenât given my masters much thought.â You admit. He nods in acknowledgment.
âWell, when you get round to it, Iâd consider this. Thatâs if ya havenât got another master in mind.â He winks, your jaw almost falls right open at what heâd just insinuated. Surely he couldnât have meant that?
 He slips his glasses off and wipes the lenses with the hem of his t-shirt, then nudges them back onto his gorgeous face. You can never decide whether you like him better with or without specs. Not that it matters, since youâd screw him either way.
âHave I got somethinâ on my face?â He teases, eyebrow cocked.
 âOther than your glasses?â You say, praising yourself internally for coming up with a witty response. He chuckles deeply and waggles his insanely long index finger at you.
âYou better watch I donât give ya a detention for sassinâ me.â
âYeah cuz, thatâd be a real punishment.â You think, biting back a smirk.
 âWoah, what?â Professor Neganâs expression is shocked, but his lips are quirking at the edges as if trying to hold in a smile.
âHm?â You reply.
âDid you just flirt with me, Y/L/N?â And then you realise, with dismay, that your thought had subconsciously vocalised. Your cheeks warm but you roll your eyes playfully in an attempt to hide your embarrassment with nonchalance.
 âInterpret it how you want.â You shrug, then adjust your bag on your shoulder and make a move to leave the hall.
âWell shit, I ainât complaininâ.â You hear him mutter, and you turn right back around. Professor Negan has his arms folded and a mischievous smirk sitting shamelessly his features.
 âDonât look so fuckinâ shocked. Youâre an attractive girl.â He laughs.
âAnd also one of your students?â You retort, still in disbelief that he was being so blatantly inappropriate with you. However, it wasnât an unpleasant disbelief.
âYouâre of legal age. You can do what you want.â You like how he phrased that.
 âIâm pretty sure there are still rules regardless of age.â You reply, Negan simply shrugs.
âI once knew this smart chick who said, ah what was it⌠Interpret it how you want?â At this point your stomach is doing multiple flips and thereâs a giant smile threatening to break out on your face.
 Youâve fantasised about how this might come to happen, but itâs so different now that it really is. Thereâs thinking about it while in bed at night, touching yourself to the thought of Neganâs voice saying your name, and then thereâs standing right in front of the real thing as he propositions you.
 He pushes off the desk and takes a few steps towards you.
âYouâre a big girl, you know what it is you want.â He murmurs, lifting your chin with his thumb and forefinger so that youâre forced to look him in the eye. âAnd you know how to get it.â His lips are tantalisingly close to yours, but he doesnât move any further. âI have an evening class that finishes at six. Do with that information what you wish.â
 *
 You left Neganâs classroom feeling choked up with a mixture of shock and excitement. You wanted to tell someone, anyone, especially your best friend who you knew was on her lunch break too. But you restrained yourself. You trusted her of course, but you didnât want to tell her only for nothing to come of it. You had to make a decision first.
 It was your last lecture of the day so you left the building and made your way to your car. Setting your things down on the passenger seat, you started the ignition and began the drive back to your apartment you shared with the aforementioned friend. You tried to distract yourself from the decision you had to make by listening to some of your favourite songs.
 Much to your dismay, virtually every song had some kind of reference to a significant other or a love interest, and you found your mind flashing back to Negan each time. You knew the excited sickness in your stomach wasnât going to go away unless you declined professor Neganâs proposition, or you went and found out what was in store.
 Honestly, you desperately wanted to agree. There was a very clichÊd, romance, drama movie type feel to your situation. You felt as though you were the troubled heroine of the film, walking the fence between right and wrong, following the rules and following your desires. You shook your head at your own melodramatic musings and focussed on finding a parking space.
 Once youâd parked up, you grabbed your stuff and hurried through the apartment building lobby, and into the lift. You tapped your foot impatiently as it took you to your floor. You were restless, there was a sense of time running out. Whether you went or not, you still had to make a decision, the sooner the better.
 As you rushed out of the elevator at your floor and powerwalked to the door of your apartment, you continued to ponder this. A quick glance at your phone in your hand told you it was already one oâclock. You had about three hours to make a decision that would allow you to get ready and arrive at six. You nearly smacked yourself in the forehead, the way you were thinking was already in agreement to the idea of actually going.
 You dropped your bag down by the door and shoved your sneakers off. You went to make yourself a drink before settling down on the couch and thinking the whole predicament through properly.
 What exactly would meeting with professor Negan alone entail? âOh come onâ You think to yourself. You know damned well what itâll entail. Well, to an extent. The man exuded sexual confidence. The way heâd swagger back and forth while explaining something, or when heâd stagger crotch-first when something made him laugh.
 Maybe you were just dirty-minded and presumptuous, but the reality was it was highly likely that if you went, you were going to have some kind of sexual encounter with your philosophy and ethics professor.
 And that excited you to no end.
 *
 Itâs half past five and youâre taking a last glance at yourself in the mirror before leaving. Youâve sex-proofed your makeup, should what you think is going to happen, happens. Smoothing down your outfit, that consists of tight black jeans and a flattering blouse with just enough cleavage showing, you leave the apartment.
 The sensation thatâs gripped your entire being is one of trepidation. Akin to the feeling of sneaking out for the first time, or smoking weed unbeknownst to your parents. You know you shouldnât be doing it, and you damned well you could get in trouble for it, but you also know that it could be one of the most unforgettable experiences of your life.
 And that is what powers your legs to walk out your building and to your car, key in ignition, engine on. When you spot your college in the distance, you play that one song that makes you feel irresistible, strong, sexy. By the time youâve found a parking spot near to the building, you feel less nervous, and more ready. The anticipation alone is turning you on.
 Professor Negan is inside finishing up a class, probably thinking about whether or not youâre going to show. You wonder which he thinks is more likely. Despite being what you like to think is subtly flirtatious in class, you doubt he thinks you really have the guts to come here after hours and potentially fuck your teacher. Do many people have that kind of rebellious streak?
 Youâre walking through the doors and nodding to the receptionist, and your mind flicks back to the lesson this morning. Neganâs words replay in your mind. âOrderly living in society.â This sure as fuck wasnât considered orderly living in society. Aquinas was an idiot in your opinion if he really thought this was the way humans should live to get the most out of life.
 But as you spot Neganâs class filing out of the room, that lurching feeling in your stomach returns. You feel almost short of breath, but you surge on, weaving through the yawning students, complaining about evening classes and how they just want to get home. Itâs ironic in a way, theyâre all desperate to leave while youâve been on edge virtually all day about coming back.
 You dither by the door momentarily, listening to see if there are any students left in there. You canât hear anything, so you walk in. Negan is sitting at his desk chatting to another teacher. Your throat closes up, but you act as normal as you possibly can. You canât let it seem like you shouldnât be here.
âHi professor, Iâm here to grab that essay you revised for me?â You say as confidently as you can.
 Neganâs head turns to look at you, that grin, slow as molasses, spreads across his lined face. He looks you up and down before giving you a more PG smile.
âRick, this is one of my best philosophy students. Y/N L/N.â He states, indicating to you with an open-handed gesture. The teacher smiles and nods to you.
âHello, Y/N. Iâm Professor Grimes from the law department.â He has a slow, southern drawl that could put you to sleep if you listened to it for too long.
 He isnât too bad looking himself, about the same age as Negan, but clean shaven with sharp blue eyes. He has a no-nonsense look about him.
âNice to meet you.â You smile back politely. He turns back to Negan.
âWell, Iâll let yaâll get on with whatever it is you big thinkers get up to.â He jokes.
âOh we have plenty of fun.â Negan assures him.
 Youâre almost shocked by his brazenness, but itâs professor Negan. Once professor Grimes has left the classroom, Negan stands and follows the manâs path. He pulls the blind down over the small window in the door. At this point, itâs beginning to feel very, very real. Once heâs facing you again, he groans, letting his eyes wander slowly from your face right down to your jeans that are clinging to every curve of your legs.
 âThe hell are you tryna do to me?â He mutters, prowling towards you like a lion to its prey. Standing only several inches away from you, he inhales sharply. âCan I touch you?â You nod a little too eagerly, and he chuckles darkly. âOh sweetheart, I can tell youâve been achinâ at the thought of this all day.â Your cheeks warm substantially, and his large hands go to rest on your hips. He squeezes them just a little, a sound coming from his throat that sounds almost like a purr.
 âIâve been wantinâ to touch you for so long. Youâre a fuckinâ tease, Y/N.â
âI am not.â You reply indignantly. Negan laughs loudly.
âAlright then, youâre a fuckinâ liar too. Leaninâ over the desk just so in your low cut shirts, suckinâ on the tip of your pen, droppinâ your papers right in front of me and bending down to pick âem up. I got the hint, sweetie.â
 You decide to play coy for a little longer.
âThe hint of what?â He pulls you flush against him and leans down so his lips are beside your ear.
âThe hint that you want me to bend you right over this desk and fuck you so hard that youâll never forget olâ professor Negan.â Your jaw goes slack. âYouâre the only one of my students that calls me professor. I think you know that it gets my dick real hard.â
 His potty mouth has always made you warm between the legs, but now you can quite literally feel yourself soaking through your underwear. Normally youâre relatively confident in sexual encounters, but youâre utterly speechless at this moment in time.
âBut you know, thereâs something else Iâve always wanted to hear you call me.â Negan adds, feigning pensiveness.
 âWhatâs that?â You manage to ask.
âI really fuckinâ like the thought of havinâ you over my knee, callinâ me daddy while I spank that round ass of yours.â As soon as he says that, itâs all over for you. You moan involuntarily.
âPlease professor Negan, spank me.â You beg, not even sure if itâs you saying these words to your teacher.
 âYou better pull those tight pants down and get on my lap, baby. I think itâs about time I punished you for all this fuckinâ teasinâ youâve made me endure.â Negan plants a quick, but hard, kiss to your lips, then goes to pull his chair out from under his desk and sits on it. You go to undo your jeans, but he stops you. âUh uh.â He shakes his head. âPut on a fuckinâ show for daddy.â
 You turn away from him, slowly wiggling out of your jeans. Once the waistband goes below your ass, you bend right over to step out of the pant legs. The feel of Neganâs eyes on your backside has your entire body burning.
âGet over here.â He demands. You do just as he says, walking slowly towards him. âYou just fuckinâ love to tease daddy donât you? Iâll teach you a god damn lesson youâll never forget.â
 Negan settles you over the thighs of his long, muscular legs. He tugs on your panties, youâre wearing your sexiest black pair.
âMm, is this the kind of shit youâre wearing underneath those clothes in my class?â He hit then nail right on the head. You nod, lip drawn between your teeth in anticipation. âYou bad, bad, fucking girl.â
 And without warning, he brings his palm down hard on your bare ass cheeks.
âI want you to count, baby.â He whispers.
âOne.â You say, still relatively composed. He repeats the action, ever so slightly harder. âTwo.â It hurts in a delicious way, but you crave something more, something harder. Before he goes to smack you again, you speak up.
âProfessor Negan?â You glance up at him.
âYou better have a damned good reason for interruptinâ me while Iâm spanking that sweet ass of yours.â He replies, eyebrow cocked in a playful glare.
âDo you⌠Do you think you could use your belt?â Negan simply stares at you in disbelief. You can feel yourself turning red from embarrassment, this is not how you wanted it to go down.
 âWould you look at my dirty girl, askinâ to be spanked with my belt.â He sighs dreamily. Relief floods your body. He unbuckles his belt and slides it carefully from his trousers, not wanting to make you slide off his lap. He then proceeds to loop it around his hands, youâre breathing heavily with excitement.
 The first time the leather snaps against your skin, the sensation is new, and stings like a bitch, but in the best way possible.
âPlease professor, more.â You moan, surprising yourself with how needy you sound.
âDoesnât sound like much of a punishment but because you look so fuckinâ good right now Iâll let you off easy.â Negan chuckles.
 He does it again, and again, and again. Harder and harder each time. You bite down hard on the base of your thumb to stop yourself from crying out too loud. Just as youâre mentally preparing yourself for the next blow, a knock on the door gets both of your attention.
âGet under the fuckinâ desk!â Negan hisses, helping you under.
 You try to keep absolutely silent.
âCome on in.â You hear Negan call out. His legs are stretched out either side of you under the desk. Your eyes travel up them, until you spot an unmistakable bulge at the zipper of his pants. You hear footsteps approaching the other side of the desk and a voice you recognise from earlier. Itâs professor Grimes if youâre not mistaken.
 Negan pushes himself further under the desk as he converses with Grimes. You can hear them discussing some kind of issue with covering shifts during exam season. Youâre pretty crushed under the table, if you were to stretch the upper half of your body into his lap, youâd feel a little less squashedâŚ
You shift as carefully as possible, moving forward onto your knees. You feel Negan twitch slightly at the feeling of you moving. You gently undo the button of his jeans, and unzip his pants as quietly as possible. Negan coughs to cover the sound of the metal teeth coming apart.
 âIs that your belt?â You hear professor Grimes say.
âOh, yeah. Gotta get comfy for a long evening of marking, am I right?â Negan laughs. You wouldnât be able to sense there was anything wrong from the tone of his voice. At least not until you pull his dick out of his pants and slip the huge appendage into your mouth.
 Negan makes a strange noise and starts choking violently.
âYou okay, Negan?â You hear professor Grimes.
âYeah, just fuckinâ peachy.â He replies, sounding somewhat strained. You would smirk if your mouth wasnât stuffed with Neganâs cock. You begin sucking, swirling your tongue around his thick tip.
 You hear professor Grimes continue you to talk as you take Neganâs dick further into the back of your throat, when all of a sudden Negan interrupts.
âHey man, as much as Iâm enjoyinâ this fuckinâ riveting conversation, I got a lot of shit to do.â
âAlright, alright, Iâll be on my way.â Professor Grimes sounds irritated, but you can make out the noises of his footsteps leading away from his desk.
 âHave a good evening, Rick!â Negan yells after him, then pulls you from out under the desk, his dick popping out of your mouth in the process. âYou,â He breathes, âare gonna get me in a whole lot of fuckinâ trouble.â He yanks you up hard and bends you over the desk. He rips your panties down and shoves his jeans to the floor. âIâm gonna fuck you so fuckinâ hard youâll never be able to look at this fuckinâ desk again without creaminâ your fuckinâ undies.â
 âOh god, please do.â You gasp, feeling his tip tease your soaking wet pussy.
âGod? Close, but sweetheart, daddy works just fine.â And with that he pushes violently inside you. He thrusts in and out of you at an unforgiving speed, groaning profanities as he goes. All you can bring yourself to do is hold on tight to the edge of the desk and moan his name.
 âYouâre gonna be thinkinâ about this when you limp into class tomorrow, I can fuckinâ assure you.â He threatens. âIâm gonna tear your dripping cunt to shreds.â
âYes please, daddy.â You cry, tears of sheer pleasure pooling in your eyes.
âAnd you better not try and skip because your pretty, little pussy is achinâ. Iâll be givinâ you detention all week.â
 âI wonât daddy, I promise.â
âI wanna see that ass sittinâ up straight at her desk, ready to take in knowledge, then take in this dick once everyoneâs gone.â âI will, daddy, I will.â You whine. His thrusts are becoming quicker, more erratic.
 âShit, this young pussy is gonna make me cum.â
âWait, youâre not wearing-â
âI wanna see that cunt dripping with my cum.â Negan pulls you up, off the desk and then shoves you against the whiteboard, re-entering you with no difficulty whatsoever thanks to how wet you are.
 He keeps your wrists behind your back with one of his hands and the other tight around your throat.
âAre you gonna cum all over this dick for daddy?â He growls in your ear.
âYes, oh fuck yes.â Youâre practically screaming in ecstasy.
âCum. Cum for me right fucking now.â
 And though you never thought it possible, his words bring you right over the edge into writhing, sweating, heaven. He follows very soon after, his cock pulsing inside you, painting your walls with his thick, white cum.
âHoly fuckinâ shit.â He pants, sliding out of you. Youâre frozen against the whiteboard, the very whiteboard youâve copied notes from many times.
 You vaguely hear Negan rifling in his desk for something, then you spot him underneath you.
âMm look at that.â He purrs. You realise with horror that heâs watching his own ejaculation drip out you, holding tissue directly beneath, ready to catch it. âThat is a fuckinâ sight to see.â
 Thereâs not really much you can do other than wait till the majority of Neganâs cum has left your body, then pull your stretched panties up and find your jeans.
âShit darlinâ, that might just have been the best fuck I ever had.â Negan grins at you, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.
 You smile awkwardly.
âIâm inclined to agree with you there.â
âHey what happened to âdaddyâ and âprofessor Neganâ?â He teases you. He narrows his eyes at you in jest. âAh, I see how it is. Once you get off, all that nasty shit goes away.â Youâre bright red for what feels like the millionth time today. âHey, thatâs totally fuckinâ cool with me. A sweetheart in class, but a dirty whore when it comes to the ass.â
 âPlease stop.â You groan. Negan laughs softly, all signs of playfulness gone from his face. He looks weirdly calm.
âYou need a ride home or anything, princess?â
âIâm good, I drove.â You smile back.
âYou know I was jokinâ about you not being allowed to skip right? If youâre hurtinâ I want you to stay your ass at home.â
 And just when you thought youâd been sexually sated for life, Neganâs caring side made you want to hop on his dick all over again.
âIâm sure Iâll be fine.â
âAlright, alright, strong woman. You get home and go to sleep.â
âItâs after class, donât tell me what to do.â You joke, walking towards the door.
 âOh yeah? Sounds like you want me to show you whoâs boss again.â He calls after you.
âInterpret it how you want.â You wave, smirking to yourself and closing the classroom door behind you.
PART 2
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