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thelov3lybookworm · 2 years ago

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shy!lucien x bold!reader, corruption. Reader is a shameless flirt and courtier in the nightcourt. She is rhysands sister, a part of the inner circle and is tasked with keeping lucien company when he and feyre first arrive in velaris. At first she plays with him and enjoys watching him squirm when she says the nastiest most flirty things infront of everyone. But then they truly fall inlove with eachother and reader finds out he’s a virgin. She takes his virginity and claims him as hers, promising that she’ll ruin anyone else for him🧎‍♀️👀👀 the mating bond snaps in place for them😋😋

Presents

Summary: Y/n loves making the new emissary to the night court flustered. The way he blushes, the way he sputters, hell, even the way he breathes is fascinating.

But she isn't ready for her heart to decide that flirting is not enough for her.

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A/n: hey! I loved the prompt! It was so fun to write 😌 I also, I felt like you wanted me to write smut, but I don't write smut, so I'm sorry 😔

Anyways enjoy!

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Lucien's pov.

He made a beeline towards Rhys's office in the river house. He had been relieved to find the house almost empty when he entered, knowing if the inner circle were present, the house wouldn't be so peaceful.

He was also hoping that she wasn't present in the house.

Rhysand's sister.

Y/n.

Over the months since he and Feyre had escaped the Spring Court, it was as if she had made him her target.

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The first time, he had been lounging in his room a day after he and Feyre arrived in Velaris, thinking of the events in the past few days. He was feeling guilty for leaving his friend alone, wondering if he should have stayed back and faced Tamlin's wrath. That was all he could think about since the moment he stepped foot out of the spring court.

Lucien was about to scream at the top of his lungs in frustration, and that's when she decided to waltz in.

She wore a simple tunic and some loose pants, her hair shoved haphazardly into a bun. Her eyes sparkled as she took in the room he was staying in. She hadn't even bothered to knock, and once she had surveyed the room, she simply smiled at him and then plopped down on the small couch–which could probably accommodate only one illyrian, wings and all– as he watched from the bed, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Hi, I'm Y/n." She gave a tiny wave, lifting her legs to rest on one of the armrests of the tiny couch, her back resting on the other one as she draped her arm across the back of it.

He'd stared at her, dumbfounded.

"You are staring darling." She didn't even look at him, just continued getting comfortable on the couch.

He snapped his jaw shut, which he hadn't even realised was open. "I–I'm Lucien."

She grinned, finally looking at him. "I know sweets."

He wondered how to reply to that so the silence didn't become uncomfortable, his cheeks already starting to heat with embarrassment because he was caught staring. "Why–why are you here?"

He groaned inwardly. That was not how he was supposed to speak. Dammit, it was practically his job to know how to converse smoothly with people. He'd been a gods damned emissary for almost half his life.

She didn't seem to mind his words though, speaking happily. "I just thought you would be bored. I came to see if you needed company."

He raised his brows. "So have you seen if I need company?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"And I deem you in need of it."

This female was certainly weird. "I don't think that's true."

"Are you trying to kick me out?"

Shit.

"No–"

She laughed. "Don't worry darling. I won't take it personally."

He studied her for a moment. "Why are you really here?"

"I just told you."

"So you want me to believe that you aren't here so you could spy on me for them?"

She stared at him for a moment, the edges of her beautiful lips curling ever so slightly. "There is nothing they can make me do if I don't want to. And I would never want to spy on anyone. That's the darned spymaster's job. Not mine."

"But–"

He stopped when he noticed that her eyes were glazed over, and after a moment she heaved an irritated sigh.

"Brother's in need of me. Have to go. But don't you trick yourself into believing that I'll let you live in peace."

She got up, walking up to him instead of going to where the door was, and he watched as she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

The heat in his cheeks turned from embarrassment to the redness of fluster. She winked at him before turning away.

"Bye. Have a good day Lucien."

Butterflies erupted in his stomach when his name rolled off her lips, and he almost forgot to reply.

"B–bye." He spluttered.

Her eyes glittered. "You're cute."

Never in his life did he think someone would call him cute, but here he was.

Would she show up again? Or was this just some sick way of hers to pass the time?

He didn't know what to base his judgement off of, considering all he knew about the female was that she was Rhys's sister and she was as charming as he was.

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And now the war was over, and the female still showed no signs of stopping.

He grunted softly at his thoughts, how all he could think about was her, all he could wonder about was what she would say when the met next.

But he was trying to distance himself from her.

Not because he didn't like her. No, he liked her, very much so. Probably a little too much for his own good.

But she was charming, and it seemed like second nature to her to flirt with people. He was pretty sure he probably had seen her flirting with the house at some point.

And it was a given that he might fall for her, he probably already had. And he didn't want to develop any more feelings in case she was just flirting with for fun and never had any interest in him. It would hurt him, which he didn't need more of.

So he stepped carefully towards Rhys's office, making sure he was making no noise, eyeing the staircase to make sure she wasn't about to flounce down it to greet him.

The plan was simple. Go meet Rhys, hand over the reports Lucien had with him, and go back to the mortal lands before the dinner and party for tonight's solstice began and wallow in sadness because he had no one.

No one to celebrate festivals with.

No one who cared enough for him to ask if he was doing well.

He had had only a couple of friends in his life who he was in contact with till this day. Vassa, Jurian, Tamlin and Feyre.

But Tamlin was in no position to care for and look over his own needs and health, let alone Lucien's.

And Feyre had her family to look after. So he had no one who cared for him, except Jurian and Vassa.

It wasn't that he was ungrateful. He was just lonely, and he oftentimes wondered what it would feel like to know someone cared if he lived or died.

He wondered how it would feel like to have a family like the inner circle to laugh and cry with.

He wondered what it would feel like to have a love like Rhys and Feyre's, Cassian and Nesta's.

But that's all he could do. All he ever did.

Wonder.

As soon as he reached the door of the office, he heaved a relieved sigh and then pushed them open.

And then he froze when he lifted his eyes.

There she was, her legs resting on the table as she sat in her brother's chair, flipping through a book in her lap.

She looked so careless, as if the world could go to hell and she would be sitting on the throne of hell itself, eating cookies and reading one of those romance novels she adored.

She didn't seem to notice him, her eyes glued to the book. So he decided it best if he left while she was busy, not wanting to get into a conversation with her that might potentially end up with him handing over his heart to be shattered.

Whatever was left of his broken heart anyway.

He took a silent step backwards, keeping an eye on her. And he found her lips lifting in a slow smile.

"Trying to run away Lucien? Come on, I thought you would have missed me." She pouted, slowly raising her eyes to his figure.

She didn't look into his eyes though. She leisurely raked her eyes over his form.

She hummed, seemingly satisfied.

"Y/n." He tried to mutter her name with as much detachment as possible.

Because he knew if he didn't, she would know exactly how much he missed her. Her voice when she talked to him and only him, how her eyes glittered when she found him blushing to one of her teasing remarks, how she boldly said the nastiest and filthiest things and made him wonder how she would sound like when he was deep–

No. He could not go to those moments now, he could not think of those thoughts now, because if he did, she would see how much he fucking. Missed. Her.

He had come to terms with his feelings a long time ago, knowing if he kept pushing them away, he would inevitably be hit by more feelings than he could handle all at the same time. So he had known in the budding stages of his love for her how much he truly desired her.

Lucien swallowed and decided to take a single step into the room and then another. Her eyes sparkled with happiness.

"How are you doing today Lucien?" She mumbled as he neared the desk.

"I'm good. How about you?"

"I'm perfect."

He knew she was. She was perfect and someone like him didn't deserve her.

He nodded. "Where is Rhysand?"

"Come on, you never ask me about myself these days. What's gotten into you?" She leaned back, her lower lip jutting out.

And all he could think about was how he wanted to bite–

"He is somewhere. Hopefully not dying. He told me a few moments before you arrived to retrieve the reports from you and that he'll be here soon enough."

He groaned inwardly. Everything was going just great. His mind and heart weren't helping much either.

"Are you staying for tonight?"

He was caught off guard by the sudden change in the conversation. "No."

Her brows furrowed and she lowered her legs. "Why not?"

"I don't know... I don't want to intrude–"

"Bullshit. You will not be intruding. We want you here."

He smiled sadly. "Do you though? Never felt that way."

Dammit. He was saying things that were supposed to be buried in his heart.

Y/n blinked. "What do you mean? When have I ever given you the impression–"

"Not you–"

But before anyone could speak another word, footsteps sounded nearby, followed by Rhysand's scent before he walked in.

"Oh hello Lucien. I hope you have the reports I asked for?"

Lucien nodded, relieved. "Yes. I have them."

"Good. Can you please move Y/n?"

She stood from Rhys's chair without ever breaking eye contact with Lucien.

"Hey Rhys, did you know that Lucien was planning on leaving after your meeting?"

Rhysand looked up at her, confused before he turned to Lucien. "Why is that Lucien? You should stay for dinner."

As soon as he said those words, he went back to rummaging in his desk drawer.

Lucien wanted to laugh. He was no kid. He knew Y/n had convinced Rhysand to say that.

He wasn't wanted here, no one except maybe Feyre and Y/n trusted or liked him. He wouldn't stay somewhere he wasn't wanted for more than necessary.

He felt a scratch on his mental walls, and he glanced at Y/n to find her staring intently at him. He opened a small window for her.

Yes?

I want you to stay. Please.

Are you sure? Lucien was still skeptical. Because if he stayed, he'll have to stand in a corner and watch the others have the time of their lives like a stranger gazing in from the window. Not to mention everyone might be uncomfortable and probably start pitying him because no one would have bought a gift for him.

Please Lucien. Stay for me.

"Yes, Lucien. Let's start the meeting. Y/n, could you please–"

"Yes." She stared at lucien for a moment, her eyes swirling with something Lucien didn't dare name, before she left the room and slipped out of his mind.

During the whole meeting, he was distracted. Wondering if he should stay or not.

By the end of the meeting, he knew what he wanted.

So he decided to stay.

Of course he did.

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Y/n's pov.

Saying she was excited would be an understatement. But at the moment, no better word came to mind as all that occupied the space in her head was him.

He had looked so good today. But he always looked that way.

Today it all felt different. She had come to terms a long time ago that what she felt for him was no matter of jest, and that she really did have feelings for him.

She didn't know why, but she'd had felt this strange pull towards him today when he first walked through the door of Rhys's office.

She continued to eye him from the corner of her eyes, her resolve hardening.

They were all seated around on the couches in the living room of the river house, talking and laughing and drinking while Lucien and Y/n sat near the window on the little loveseat. Lucien simply drank his wine and stared into the glass most of the time.

Everyone had been shocked when Lucien came in through the door and took a seat next to Y/n, Cassian and Rhys nodding to him once before turning back to their partners to continue their conversation. Feyre had just smiled and said hello to Lucien before digging into her meal.

And then during the whole dinner, everyone had ignored him, consciously or not, to make him think he wasn't welcome or not, she didn't know. Azriel, Amren and Mor even glaring or sneering at him when he wasn't looking. It pissed Y/n off so much she was ready to tear their heads off.

But there was one good thing that came out of them ignoring him. She had him all to herself for the night, and so far, she had succeeded in making him blush throughout the whole evening.

The whole time, she asked him about random things or flirted with him, but she was genuinely curious about his opinion on political and other matters. Talking to him was truly enlightening. He was a smart and intelligent guy.

Now as they sat nearby the windows, she came to a decision.

"Hey Lucien." She waited for him to look at her before continuing to practically whisper directly into his ear. "I have to show you something. Would you like to come with me?"

"Um... okay. Lead the way." He stood along with her and she led him towards the door to the foyer. But before they could leave, Rhys's voice interrupted them.

"Where are you going?"

"I was going to show him something." She answered honestly.

"Go after the presents have been opened. Come sit, we were just about to open them."

Y/n glanced at Lucien, who shrugged and stepped back into the room towards the seat they had occupied for hours. She decided to keep standing.

Everyone began opening their gifts one by one, and she could feel Lucien's discomfort coming off him in waves with each moment that passed.

Finally, everyone had opened their presents, and they turned to look at Y/n expectantly. She was the only one who hadn't opened her presents yet.

Rhysand piled all her presents near her neatly, but then the inner circle noticed that there was still a pile of presents apart from Y/n's nearby, and Cassian, being the busybody he was, stood to inspect.

"Who's are these?" He stepped closer and closer before Y/n interrupted him. He turned to look at her.

"Those are Lucien's."

Everything became silent as they stared at her.

She simply smiled and winnowed all the presents, hers and his, away to her room.

"I'll open my presents later. For now that you all have finished opening your gifts, I'll take my leave. I still do have to show him that thing." She smiled at Lucien, who gaped at her, his eyes wide.

She motioned at him to follow, and he did, after staring at her for a moment.

"Good night everyone. Happy solstice." She threw over her shoulder, already beginning to ascend the stairs before Lucien had even left the room.

He followed behind, quiet.

The two of them had just entered her room, the door closing behind him with a soft click before he caught her wrist in his hand, tugging lightly but firmly.

She glanced back, her skirts swishing around her legs as she stared up at the beautiful male. She was wearing a simple golden and white dress, which was mostly held by a ribbon on her back which was tied off in an elaborate bow.

She raised her brows, and his golden eye glanced behind her while his russet eye stayed on her. She knew what had caught his attention. The piles of gifts she had dropped near her window.

"What– whose..."

She grinned softly and shrugged, letting his hand stay where it was on her wrist and tugging him towards window. "All yours. Open them."

"Are they all from you?"

She shrugged again as the two of them settled on the floor and he pulled a small gift towards him, examining him. "Yes."

"Why? Is it because I don't– because I would get uncomfortable? You do know that was not the reason I didn't want to stay–"

"I do. And trust me when i say that I didn't get them for that reason. I... I've been collecting these gifts for you since after a month of meeting you. Never had the courage to give them to you. What better time to gift them than solstice?"

"Why..." His voice sounded choked off, and his eyes were filled with emotion. She put a gentle hand on his arm, smiling softly.

"Because, despite what you believe Lucien, not everyone hates you. I don't hate you. I like you, very much so." Then, in a quieter voice, she added. "I love you."

He swallowed harshly, looking at a loss for words. "I... you should use that word carefully. You shouldn't be throwing it around like its nothing."

She searched his eyes– or eye. "Why is that so hard to believe Lucien? That someone might love you?"

He looked away, his fingers fidgeting with the box in his hands. "It just is."

She stared at him a moment longer, knowing what she was about to do would be reckless. But she didn't care.

Not as she crashed her lips against his.

Not as she heard and felt his breath hitch, as she felt his lashes closing and tickling her cheeks slightly, as he slowly kissed her back.

She didn't care that this was reckless as his hands travelled to her neck and waist, pulling her into his lap, and she went happily.

Despite being the one who begun this kiss, she immediately felt nervous. What if she had pushed herself onto him and he didn't want to kiss her?

So she pulled away just as quickly, and he looked at her with his brows furrowed.

"Is everything alright?"

"Um... I should have asked–"

"Oh shut it." He mumbled before tugging her closer and kissing her again.

It felt like they kissed for a whole eternity, and she wanted to keep going, but the two of them needed air, ribbons needed to be unwound and the presents needed to be opened.

So she reluctantly pulled away, smiling.

"We need to open the presents." She reminded him, and he blinked as if he had forgotten.

"You want me to open them now?"

"Yes. After that, you can have me as your present too." She winked at him as his face reddened. She was about to climb off his lap, but he held her back.

"Stay there love." He whispered huskily in her ear as he began opening the presents.

She didn't move, more than happy to stay where she was.

He opened the presents with feral urgency, ripping the papers away and looking at what was inside. And despite the beastly way in which he opened them, his face was soft, as if he was shocked by each one that he opened. She put months of thoughts into them, getting the stuff that would mean the most to him.

After he was done, he shoved his hand in one of his pockets and pulled out a sleek and slender box.

He simply handed it to her, jerking his chin at it. She opened it tenderly, gasping when she saw the necklace.

It was a simple one, with a simple thin chain and a teardrop pendant the size of her thumb's nail encased in a silver frame. It looked ordinary, but she knew it was no ordinary jewellery.

It was a magical one.

A few months ago, she had forced Lucien to come shopping with her, and they had gone into a shop of enchanted items. There, she had spied a pair of necklaces, which were said to be connected to each other. All you had to do was blow a little bit of your magic, no matter how insignificant, into the pendant and give it to your partner, and the pendant would turn red whenever you were in danger, alerting your partner.

She had wanted to get it, but she didn't have anyone to wear it with. So she had dragged Lucien away.

Now as she sat staring at the same necklace, she wondered if he had the other one. Sure enough, when she glanced at him, he pulled away the lapels of his tunic to show her the pendant that rested on the carved planes of his chest.

She laughed and tackled him into a hug before demanding that he put the necklace on her. He did, grinning as he clasped the necklace on her neck. He place a suggestive kiss on the back of her neck, reminding her of what she'd promised.

And Y/n always kept her promises.

"Umm... Y/n? Before we do anything, I just wanted to tell you that... I– I never..."

She cocked her head. "You never what Lucien?"

He glanced at her bed, and she realised.

"You've never slept with anyone?" She asked incredulously, the corners of her lips lifting.

"Don't laugh." He mumbled, not meeting her eyes.

"I'm not laughing, I just can't believe no one has ever lured you into their beds yet."

"You say that like it's a good thing."

"It is."

"It is?" He finally met her eyes.

"Because now I get to have you all to myself. I'll ruin everyone else for you." She swore.

And, as said before, she kept her promises.

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Y/n blinked her eyes open, finding herself cuddled into a warm body, her head resting on someone's chest.

Lucien.

He was already awake, moving his fingers through her hair. She smiled sleepily up at him, earning a chuckle in response. She felt the butterflies in their stomach flutter their wings.

Her body was running on only two hours of sleep, having stayed awake with him, but it was all so worth it.

"I should probably get going." He murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

"Why?"

"Rhysand will have my ass if he finds me in your bed."

"He can go to hell." She said, turning onto her back.

He laughed quietly. He turned onto his side so he was facing her, gently flicking her nose. "That would make you a bad sister."

"I don't care." She mumbled.

He grinned. "That's sad."

"Let's not talk about him now. Tell me, did you have fun last night?" She asked wickedly.

Instantly, a blush stole over his cheeks. She eyed his chest, the golden skin stretching deliciously over his taut muscles.

"You know–" She began, lifting her eyes back to his, but then paused. As soon as their eyes met, a resounding snap echoed through her being.

She stared and stared at this amazing male, who she never thought she would deserve, now connected to her eternally with a golden string. He stared right back, a flurry of emotions swirling through his eye. Shock, happiness, wonder, awe, lust and what not.

She tried to lightly tug on the golden string, trying to gauge his reaction.

He gasped, his hand flying to his chest. His eyes lit up with an inner fire, boring into hers, which were slowly filling with tears.

"Mate. You– you're my mate..." She whispered, not daring to speak louder as if it would shatter this beautiful moment.

His lips slowly lifted, a crease appearing in his cheek. "Mate."

But of course, her brother loved to interrupt her any chance he got, and he chose exactly that moment to slam her bedroom door open.

Lucien was quick, throwing the blanket by their waists over her body.

Rhysand froze, staring at Lucien and then Y/n. Whatever was visible of her anyway.

Y/n smiled sheepishly, trying to find a way to calm Rhysand before he erupted in rage. "Hi Rhysie–"

"What's he doing here?" He asked coldly. Y/n sighed.

"That's none of your business."

"It is when I find my little sister in bed with someone like–"

She narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me? What do you mean?"

He released a breath, rubbing his eyes. "Look Y/n... first of all, Lucien, would you mind leaving us–"

"He's not going anywhere." She grasped Lucien's hand, almost all of his fingers covered in rings, just that simple touch shooting desire up her spine. The recently discovered mating bond made it no easier.

Rhys clenched his jaw. "Look sister–"

"Okay, imagine this Rhysie, I come into your room one day, and tell Feyre to leave the room so I can talk to you. Would you let her leave?" She wanted this conversation done with. The faster Rhys left the room, the quicker she'd be able to get to her mate and the desire itching at her skin.

"That's different. She's my mate–"

"And he's mine."

The silence was deafening, and no one made an atrempt to break it. She glanced at Lucien, who had a smug smile filled with pride on his face as he gazed at her.

Finally, Rhys spoke. "We need to talk."

"Later." She could already smell Lucien's intoxicating arousal.

Her brother looked incredibly uncomfortable. "I–then I guess I'll leave?"

"Please." She glared at him, and he practically sprinted out the door.

When she glanced at Lucien, he murmured, "That was hot."

She giggled, tugging him forward by his hand that she was still clasping. He complied, leaning into her and kissing her slowly and deeply.

They only pulled back when it was almost impossible to keep going without breathing and he grinned devilishly. And cauldron if that didn't have her insides in a mess.

"Ready for round two?"

She was.

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cherrryybeee · 4 months ago

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but i'm a cheerleader!

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Natalie Scatorccio x Reader bot, i was rewatching but i'm a cheerleader and got inspired 😌 also i put Laura Lee as Hillary even though Shauna technically plays her just because I thought it fit more. (sidenote, instead of half guys half girls it's an all girl camp because i couldn't think of any guys 😭) i think there will be another bot because i have lots of ideas

It all started with an average day, {{user}} was attending school and cheer practice, talking with her friends, and boyfriend. That was until you got home and a bunch of people were gathered in your living room, your mom, dad, boyfriend, three of your friends, and a person you didn’t recognize. The stranger was wearing a shirt that said, “straight is great”.

“Surprise!”

Your mother said as you walked in and looked around confused.

“What happened? Is somebody dead?” You asked, your mother held out a tray of donuts to you. “There you’re favorite” You didn’t take one, you continued to look around the room. Around the people you loved desperately wanting to know what was happening.

“Hi {{user}}!”

The unknown man finally spoke up.

“My name is Mike, your parents and friends want to have a conversation with you” He seemed friendly, but the fake kind of friendly.

And that’s when it all began, your dad told you that he loved you, which was weird? Then he started blabbing about you being “influenced”, until your mom cut him off. “Honey, we think you’re a lesbian!” She didn’t finish what she was trying to say though. You looked around just to see all your friends nodding along, agreeing. You knew you weren’t a lesbian. I mean you literally had a boyfriend! The man, Mike, started telling you how he was a “ex-gay” and telling you about a conversion camp. Which you didn’t need because you *weren’t* gay. “What tendencies? Why do you guys think i’m a-?”

You begin to ask before your mother stands up, holding up a bag with tofu in it.

“You’ve been trying to get us to eat this, *tofu*” Then people started pointing out other things. How you had a picture of a girl in your locker but not a guy. And posters of woman in your room. Your boyfriend explained how you didn’t even like to kiss him and everyone agreed. So you got sent off.

When you arrived at “true directions” you got greeted by the woman who ran the place, “Mary J. Brown”. She then passed you off to a girl named Laura Lee to show you around, Laura Lee had blonde hair cut in a short bob and bright blue eyes. She told you the basics,wake up at 7, breakfast at 8, group therapy until lunch, apparently we had free time in the afternoon, but then we moved inside for “reorienting exercises” whatever that was? And family therapy was on the weekends.

She then led you into a very pink room with four beds. There was a girl on one of the beds with a bleach blonde shaggy mullet, she was pale with messy eyeliner done, the pink uniforms we had to wear was a large contrast from her. She was sitting there, cigarette in hand, when you walked in with Laura Lee, the girl on the bed gave you a weird look before looking back at her cigarette.

“Theres no inappropriate behavior allowed.” You heard Laura Lee say as she looked at you up and down.

“Inappropriate? Like swearing?” You asked clueless.

“No inappropriate like fucking.”

You heard the girl on the bed say in a tone that basically called you stupid.

“Oh”

You awkwardly laugh as you look at her.

“You get caught in the throws of sodomy, and au revior.”

The blonde girl continues, putting the cigarette in between her lips. You stare at her for a moment before following Laura Lee out of the room, her eyes follow you as you leave.

“Never mind Natalie, she’s a spoiled brat” Laura Lee says once the door is shut. “I read her chart” She lets out a nervous laugh at that, walking towards a large chart on the fence. It was a five step chart on how to “pass” homosexuality.

“Step one was easy, admitting you’re a homosexual”

She points to the box where everyone had a check mark in, well everyone but you. She explained how they all passed yesterday, she then took a step closer to you and boldly said.

"I'm a homosexual"

She sounded almost proud saying it.

You then find yourself sitting in a room, surrounded by the other people at the camp. Others went around introducing themselves to you.

First was a girl that had honey blonde wavy hair that sat at her shoulders and hazel eyes, she had on a gold heart necklace that she was fiddling with. "Hi {{user}}, I'm Jackie, and I'm a soccer player. And I'm a homosexual."

Then there was a girl who had dark brown hair that landed a little above her shoulders with deep dark brown eyes. She was a little shorter then Jackie. "I'm Shauna, I like pain, and I'm a homosexual."

After Shauna a girl with long dark brown wavy hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin went. "I'm Lottie, I'm a medicated schizophrenic, and I'm a ho... home.. sexual." She finally said after hesitating.

Then it was Natalie. "We met." staring at you with an almost teasing smile. Mary glared at her which made Natalie roll her eyes. "I'm Natalie but people call me Nat, and I like girls a lot." She grins at you. "And uh, I'm a homosexual." She says looking at Mary almost mocking her.

A red head girl with brown eyes eagerly went next. "Van, actor, dancer, homosexual."

Then a mixed girl with curly brown hair and brown eyes spoke up. "Tai, homosexual, varsity soccer player."

*lots of soccer* you thought to yourself. Mary then wanted you to tell them when you found out you were a lesbian. "I'm not.." you said shaking your head. "Everyone just thinks I am" you explain smiling. "I shouldn't even be here". No one believed you, why did no one believe you? Mary wanted you to explain why people thought you were.

"I have pictures of woman around" you explain before Jackie interrupts you.

"You think that's normal?" She asks, you shrug.

"Sure, I never really thought about it." your eyebrows furrow as you look down at your hands.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Mary asked you.

"Yes" you nod and smile proudly, like you're proving something, "We've been together for two years, going steady. I really love him.. He's smart and popular-"

"He's got the biggest dick I've never seen" Natalie interrupts you.

"Well um, have you ever.. had sex with him?" Laura Lee asked you.

"I'm a christian." *what were these people not getting?* you thought to yourself.

"It's really easy to be a prude when you're not attracted to him. isn't it?" Laura Lee continued.

"He's very handsome." You try to defend yourself.

Then Shauna speaks up, "But does he make you hot? I mean do you think of him at night when you.."

"I'm not perverted." you interrupt Shauna before she could finish. "I get good grades, I go to church, I'm a cheerleader!" Natalie rolls her eyes at you when she hears that. "I'm not like all of you, everyone reads cosmo, everyone looks at other girls all the time."

"But you only assume that they're think what you're thinking when they look" Tai buts in. "But they're not"

as realization hit you Natalie gives you a smirk.

"I'm a homosexual..." you say very quiet.

"I'm a homosexual" you say louder. Mary congratulates you for something, admitting it maybe. you couldn't believe everyone was right.

dinner rolled around and as you were walking to the table where everyone was sitting you past Natalie who was sitting alone.

"Congratulations on your first step pom poms" She said while taking a bite of what was for dinner...

#natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio x you #natalie yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio #nat scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio x you #yellowjackets x you #yellow jackets x reader #yellowjackets x reader #but im a cheerleader #cherry pits (bots)

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aleclightwoodandhisarrows · 3 months ago

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Here's my head canons that literally nobody asked for, but I don't care because I spent all of last summer thinking nobody was invested in the circle and I have pent-up fangirl energy 😌:

Robert is a fictional adult who needs some love: Is he one of the oldest? Yeah. But since he got abused by his dad and he felt like a disappointment for not being able to bear the runes (allergy) he's an insecure little bun, k? K. Also Maryse absolutely understands that, and although she's like super cold and icy and murderous she has a big heart (she's a silver girl, k?) and is always there for him at his lowest. Also, screw Shadowhunters and their smooth skin. Him and Alec? SCARS. That's it. Scars, actually, scars on all Shadowhunters, and also on Maryse, one that runs from the bottom of her ear, down her neck to her collarbone. How? (she's a Shadowhunter, ppl)

Maryse's mom was TRASH, and she has a fear of commitment: Why do I say that? IDK. I like characters with family issues (y'know Robert's got it w his dad, she as it w her mom). AND. She felt alone, which is how Valentine got to her. She was really close to her brother, and him getting stripped of his runes and exiled left her alone with parents that didn't care for her and too many close friends because of her cold (sarcastic queen) attitude. At the end of the day, she felt abandoned and, leaving her with a fear of getting close to anybody because they might leave her as well.

Miss ma'am passed her absolute need to perfect to Alec: If you've read TMI it's hard for people to not know that Alec is definitely the fake it til you make it, wake in the same shoes until you bleed and work on it until it glistens. So while I do firmly believe that he got some of Robert's personality, he did get his loyalty and bravery? From Maryse, all together with the constant urge of being perfect, which she got from her parents' constantly pushing her to be perfect and her need to prove the man in the academy that she deserved her place there.

Maryse and Robert might have been in love, they might not have known what that was: They both come from pretty toxic families where love was ehm...not a thing? So when they met, it was obvious that all these intense feelings of "I would kill for you" would get confused (maybe) for love. I do still that they fiercely loved each other like one loves its first partner. Deeply ad burning, that in their hearts, they were each other's other half. But I do also think that them insisting on staying when that love melted into pure raw platonic love (care? Do remember Maryse cried at his funeral and Michael's ghost touched her shoulder). Which brings me to my next point.

Michael and Maryse: Friends. That's it. The typical gay and bi power friendship.

Celine/ Maryse/ Michael: Trio of friends. Izzy/Jace/Alec but a cultist version of it.

Waywood?: Real. Maryse's relationship w Robert had faded into a pure friendship which lead to him realizing that he was in love w Michael (whether he acted on it or not, that idk)

Eliza and Maryse?: A thing. Hell yeah, she did act on it, which leads me to the belief that Maryse did know that Robert was in love with Michael and that he knew that she was in love with Eliza. Think of it, a lavender marriage out of fear of being stripped of their runes by the clave.

#cassandra clare #the shadowhunter chronicles #maryse and robert are married #eliza rosewain #micheal wayland #did anyone notice the michael wayland tag is wrongly written?#who is micheal?#michael wayland

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blaithnne · 1 year ago

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ok i forgot that goldie isnt canonically 5'1 on a good day so i have to restructure this ask

1) thoughts on short goldie

2) is heron short also

3) (contingent on answers 1 and 2) thoughts on scrooge and beakley both falling for tiny evil women

1) & 2)

I think the toxic yuri polycule height chart is something like this—!

They all wear heels so it’s not exact (also I whipped this up in like 5 minutes lol)

Huifen is tall, she’s a black heron after all, and though they’re not the tallest birds ever they’re still pretty long! But she looks short standing next to Beakley, because everyone does (also I undersized her a little bit in my first human drawing by accident, whoops). Goldie is a short queen LMAO, she’s not minuscule, only slightly shorter than the average person, but she looks tiny next to these two (she might be slightly shorter than I drew her here, idk, I struggled to scale her LOL). Scrooge, for the record, is around the same height as Goldie!

In terms of their builds btw, Beakley is, obviously, very muscular! Though she might seem like a tank, she’s actually very soft — big ol squishy teddy bear! Heron on the other hand is a gangly mf, long, skinny, and sharp. Goldie is sort of in between them, an hourglass build like Huifen, but with more muscle on her (not half as much as Beakley, though).

Heron might not be tiny but Beakley treats her like she is, picks her up like a feral cat when she’s being too much 😌 Scrooge and Goldie only have a very slight height difference, but I think he’s very smug about it lol

Also, my funniest headcanon ever is that Beakley has a thing for bad girls, and she HATES IT. She’s so embarrassed about it and fully intends to take it to her grave. This also leads to her hating the aforementioned bad girls even more, bc she’s so frustrated with herself for liking the in the first place. So Beakley can spend 24 hours a day ranting about how much she hates someone, and be blushing the entire time. All this to say, Beakley might not technically have a leg to stand on when it comes to criticising Scrooge’s relationship, but that doesn’t stop her.

I think they’re both massive hypocrites about it, bc they wanna protect eachother despite the other really not needing the help. They’re also endlessly frustrated with eachother’s toxic Yuri partners. Beakley to a much bigger degree because she definitely has a thing for Goldie, which only makes her hate her even more. Scrooge is more annoyed by Beakley and Heron than anything else bc he just does not understand what the hell is going on there, but he’ll also occasionally be all,

In conclusion, Beakley and Scrooge being a disaster sibling duo is my favourite thing ever. Scrooge is practically immortal, nothing can take him down. Beakley is a walking tank, she could walk off a bullet. They looked at eachother and went “that idiot needs me to protect them from their own love life” and they were kind of right??

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jamneuromain · 1 year ago

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Wild Child Chapter 6

Series Summary:

As the granddaughter of the sole Duke in your country, you know that you were going to marry some douche prince, because it is the only way to solidify the grasp the future king has on the Upper House. On the flight home, you come up with a brilliant plan to defy your upcoming matrimony.

Bringing a random man to your grandfather's place, and say you have a boyfriend already.

"Is there anything else I should know about? Before I meet your family?" Ari cocks his head to the side, watching you adjusting your cerulean Valentino dress when you wave your hand dismissively.

"Just say we're in love and help me get out of marrying this D-bag."

Ari Levinson x You

#i didn't know he is my fiance-douchebag-prince

#when i did, it was too late

A/N: I'm sorry it took me half a year before squeezing(?) out a new chapter😬😅 thank you all for loving WC!Ari and Reader, and last but not least, a huge thanks to @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory who provided the wonderful idea of Ari and allergies😌❤️ and as always, thank you to @rogerswifesblog/@rogerswifesblog-updates for her support and endurance of my on-and-off inspirations😘❤️

The bodyguard, Ethan, quietly followed you as you walked with Ari, as you were introducing your house and your family to your fake boyfriend.

“This is the ballroom.”

Servants pulled open a huge door as you walked through. You gazed upwards, pointing at various portraits on the walls, “These are my ancestors. Hardly knew any of them…” Your fingernail raked through a tiny bronze plate which had your name on it, “This is a family portrait when I was … five?”

You sounded not so sure about yourself.

Ari raised his head and saw the oil painting, that had a girl in a blue dress in it, along with her parents, who looked like they were deeply in love.

It looked like a happy family.

Though he doubted that was the case.

Your eyes landed on your mother’s face in the portrait.

“My mother is a nice woman.” You whispered. Too low even for yourself to hear, “She is going to like you.”

Ari did not comment.

Your gaze wandered to the name on the bronze plate. As by Ballenian Law, she took your father’s last name. Losing her own. “You would think that married to my father, she is what, something similar to him. But no, she is the nicest mom on earth.” Your voice grew louder, clearing your throat, introducing the only woman, probably the only person that mattered in your life.

There was a small smile on the corner of your lips. Small but firm.

“We had a writing contest in school today.” You walked into the room with hands folded in front of your abdomen, walking like a true lady indeed, before handing your backpack to one of the servants, thanking them sweetly. Like a true lady.

“That sounds interesting.” Your mother tugged your hand so that you would sit by her side while putting the crochet and yarn away from the sofa, “How did it go?”

You chose to sit on the sofa's armrest and swung your legs happily. You did win a prize, after all, you deserved happiness.

“I-”

“Put your feet down, sweetie.” Your mother kindly advised. Softly but curtly. She pursed her lips together, frowning as if swinging your legs would invite horrible viruses into your calves. Or worse, rudeness. Landing a hand on your knee, she suggested, “You are twelve years old, not two. That is not ladylike. And sit on the sofa, not the armrest, while you are at it.”

Mother is always right. You thought. Even though the rules are annoying and the ways she told me to get my father back never worked.

You did as told, sitting beside her without any further leg movements, and said, “The teacher told us to write about our future dreams.”

“That sounds wonderful, sweetie.” Your mother nodded, “What did you write about?”

“I wrote that…” The word journalist turned one hundred and eighty degrees at your tongue. Somehow, even though it was the true answer, you did not feel comfortable letting it out. You swallowed thickly, making up a word on the spot, “Diplomat. I wrote that I wanted to be a diplomat. Helping countries exchange communication and building allies, that sort of thing.”

The corner of your mother’s lips twitched lightly in amusement. “Quite a dream, darling,” she complimented you half-heartedly, “Though why not be a Princess? You can do all that while being a Princess and taking care of your family as well. Like a superwoman. You have always wanted to be a superwoman, haven’t you?”

Yes, and that was five years ago when I read the first comic book ever in my life. You answered, silently, deep down, but your forced smile was betraying you.

“Don’t you want to be a Princess, my dear?” Your mother seemed puzzled, “That is the goal we have always worked for.”

No, I don’t. “Yes, of course.” You answered, sickly sweet like the industrial sugary flavor, “I just thought that maybe the Prince won’t like me. I have never met him before …”

“Oh nonsense.” Your mother huffed in annoyance, “He is going to love my precious little girl. You are going to fall in love and have babies. But of course, he shall marry you first …”

“Miss?”

A servant approached your sides, gesturing to the living room, “His Lordship is ready for you.”

You did not take long to hand the roses to one of the servants, ordering them to put the flowers into a vase in your room, before asking Ari to join you in the living room.

“Just follow my lead.” You whispered, folding your hand over your abdomen, you stepped into the living room.

If your eyes did not mistake you, your father’s arm landed on the back of the chair, then on his other arm, finally settling on the side of his body. He was either posing for the next cover shot of GQ, which you were fairly certain that there were neither cameras nor photographers in this room, or he was nervous.

Nervous? That was absurd for a man like your father. You scoffed. He must be trying to intimidate your fake boyfriend. And not very successful at it, you might add.

Behind you, Ari narrowed his eyes.

Which made your father nearly jump from his seat.

“Well,” Your father stood up from his large armchair, his eyes darting from you to Ari, and back to you again, “I take it this is the … man – date, eh, boyfriend, you are trying to introduce me to.”

“Yes.” You replied shortly, “Guy, this is my father. Father, Guy Thomas.”

Ari strode forward, extending his hand for a firm handshake.

“Pleasure to meet you, Sir.”

“No, the pleasure is all my - aye.” Your father grimaced as if he had a living frog shoved down his throat. His pitch literally went up an octave. He could practically feel the bones being crushed under the iron grip.

“Shall we, um, take a seat?” You gestured towards the large sofa, tugging Ari by his sleeve. An act out of fear that your father would flip any moment.

It was one of your motives to piss your father off, for starters. A not-so-subtle defiance of “fuck-you” towards the ridiculous marriage you were bound to since the day you were born. But it wasn’t worth it to cause a huge fuss for your father to wreck chaos in your home and your family as well, particularly when you had yet to meet your mother since your return: you feared that he would take it out on your mother, which wasn’t surprising, seeing that your father adored violence when he found he would not be winning by his shitty reasoning.

You were dancing dangerously between the lines of your freedom and planned to use up every drop of it carefully.

“That would be lovely.” Ari smiled softly at you, sitting by your side.

Your father clenched and unclenched his fist behind his back. Taking the seat opposite you, and asked the servants to bring some tea.

Asked. Not demanded.

It was either you woke up today in a completely different world, or that your father had banged his head on the coffee table and another soul was taking over his body –

“So,” began your father, smoothing his hand over his prized tux, “I heard that you were doing business?”

“Ah, yes.” Ari covered your hand with his, squeezing your rigid fingers that were probably leaving permanent sweat stains on his suit jacket, “From Thomas, Kit & Co. A family business.”

“Sure. Sure. Sure.” Your father fumbled with his cufflink absent-mindedly. He nearly spilled his tea onto the Corinthian leather under his ass while taking the cup from the servant. Looking like a cherry bomb that was about to go off, he sure did spend the entire sane part of his brain preventing him from yelling at the servant. Your father grumbled with a detectable fury over his face, “Please, have some tea. I hope you, er, enjoy it. Milk? Honey?”

He offered but none answered.

“Hope no one is allergic to this.” Your father grunted under his breath.

You peeked inside the fine china.

Ugh. Fruit tea.

Ari, on the other hand, took a small sip of the burning liquid. He did not even wince.

You placed the tray onto the table, and decided to break the silence, “Father, I thought my mother would present. I’d very much like to introduce my boyf- um, boyfriend to her.”

“Your mother is unwell.” He replied coldly.

Ari cleared his throat, taking another sip of the thing that could barely be called tea.

Who the hell on earth invented boiling fruit and called it tea??

“I, hmm, suppose she would present at the wedding.” Your father added, in a creepily kind tone that a doting parent would use.

A sharp click.

Ari’s tea cup went back on the tray before he put it down.

Your father gulped.

Ari reached into his pockets, turning to look at you, “Speaking of, sweetheart, I prepared a gift for my darling fiancé.”

Your head snapped in his direction. Your eyes bulged just a little because you agreed on fake dating, not fake marrying!

Engagement? What the heck was he talking about? Or was he trying to insinuate the fact that you got engaged to a completely random person? That bastard.

But the velvet box lying in his hands, the box that had a watch inside, the box you handed to him a while ago, telling you that he was, in fact, sticking to the plan, albeit improvising from the script you negotiated.

“Oh my gosh!” You squealed in delight. Your voice sounded painfully forced even to your own ears, “Thank you, babe. What have you got for me?”

A watch, of course. You knew already.

Yet you played your part, opening the box like a surprised girlfriend.

Wonder how that played out. Deep down, you scoffed at your near-lousy performance. Given the chance, you would undoubtedly take an acting class someday.

“I – ahem, appreciate how you value my daughter, Your – uh, your reputation precedes you, Mister …”

Your father clearly struggled with your fake boyfriend’s name, so you helpfully chirped up, “Thomas. Guy Thomas.”

“Right.” Your father shot you a warning glare, “Mister Thomas. But – You see – Eh, excuse me, my thoughts have been incoherent.”

And since when did your father become so polite to just about anyone? You couldn’t help but wonder if your father woke up this morning and had those fancy mushrooms or special brownies.

Ari smiled, patiently waiting for what your father was about to say.

“All I am trying to say is that,” Your father sat up from his spot on the couch, his fat purple lips pushed a greasy smile over his revolting face, “It would be such a shame if our, um, noble lineage died down, no?”

Ah. So that was his plan. You tried hard not to sneer.

Playing the blue blood card so that your fake boyfriend would pledge either allegiance or admit he was no match for such a noble family.

You rolled your eyes when your father was not looking.

Typical.

You put the velvet box away, but not before placing the watch around your wrist. What your father suggested could be easily solved, “I’m sure we could work out on having a son of mine taking my family name. Don’t you agree, baby?”

Ari did not reply, much to your confusion.

He simply raised the cup to his lips again, blowing the steam away from the edge of the cup. He did not drink, but said, “It would.”

The corner of your father’s eyes twitched in ecstatic, “Then I-”

Ari interrupted him before your father could finish his sentence, “To my knowledge, my dear fiancé is your only child?”

“Girlfriend.” You hissed under your breath, pinching his waist which was seemingly made out of metal, because he had not waivered, even though you had pinched him.

“Sorry.” His arm surrounded your shoulders, apologized by saying your name, his eyes had nothing but warmth inside, calming your frantic heartbeat, “Our sweet Y/N here, has no siblings if memory serves me correctly.”

What did having a brother or sister has anything to do with the succession of your family title? You’d rather throw it into the Atlantic than have anything to do with it, especially since your father would possibly be accepting the title soon, considering that he was the only son of your grandfather.

“Yes, but-” Your father stammered.

Your blood ran cold at the thought of something. Something that might tear you and your mother’s life apart.

What if … what if your father had a son?

A bastard had no way of taking the title, which meant that the only way for your so-called lineage to continue, was for your father to divorce your mother, and marry his mistress.

Losing the chance to marry the Prince was one thing.

That you give zero fuck about.

But your mother …

Your mother would be devastated.

You could practically hear her disappointment if this all went down.

“I’ve raised you, fed you. This is not what we hoped for…”

Blood drained from your face.

“Then that is settled.” Said Ari softly.

Settled? The heck had been settled? What was he doing for crying out loud?

“But Your-” Your father choked on his own spit, coughing, “ah, your parents wouldn’t mind, would it?”

“That would depend.”

Why are these two speaking in riddles? Has the topic of this conversation taken a strange turn when you were thinking about you and your mother’s future?

“Depend on what, may I ask?” Your father left his seat, leaning forward so hard that he could have his necktie soaked with the fruit tea from his cup.

Ari had his gaze land on you.

You, on the other hand, had no clue of what was going on, or what were they talking about.

Things were truly getting out of hand, and you did not enjoy it.

“I thought it is only appropriate if my mother joined us too.” Your palms were getting sweaty. It has been a long time since you talked to your mother. The last time was when she worked with your father to coax you back – the phone call that contained both your father's and your mother’s voice.

You did not appreciate that when you ended up in your own room and no way out, but she was your mother, and she brought you up, no matter the means or education purposes.

“She is unwell.” Your father squeezed the words from his teeth, “I’ll arrange a meeting when she turns out better. You, however -”

Ari raised his hand to pause the conversation.

That hand curled into a fist in front of his nose.

He furrowed his brows.

And sneezed. Loudly.

Your father's face turned into a spectacular turquoise shade.

"Sorry." Ari sounded unapologetic, "I think I'm allergic to your bullshit."

Though your father did not find it amusing for one bit, you literally snorted out laughter, burying your face in your hands and shaking uncontrollably, giggling like a maniac.

… which is why you did not witness either the victorious smirk on Ari’s lips, or the scene where your father rose from his seat, his face bloated like a cartoon character, and tripped over the carpet when he exited the room.

“Tell me about her, Ari.” Queen Olivia tapped on her glass with a silver spoon, signaling the servant to pour another cup of red, “I heard from your head security that you have been spending quite some time with her.”

Drinking down some mineral water to make his mind sharp, Ari replied, “She’s cute. Funny.” His memory trotted back to the little conversation about your epic plan to piss off your father, he couldn’t help but grin, “She reminds me of you, Mother, when we used to head to the Royal Garden-”

And spend time with him without the watchful eyes of his grandmother. The old croon – bless her soul – did everything she could trying to pry Ari away from his mother, for fear that Queen Olivia’s “American blood” could pollute the precious prince, even though Queen Olivia was very much part of the royal family, born and raised as a proper princess.

He didn’t have the best family in the world, so to speak.

A small glimpse of upset flickered over Queen Olivia’s expression. Like her son, she also remembered when the queen, Victor’s late mother, wanted Olivia to give birth to more sons, threatening her with the custody of Ari.

“… which is why I have made up my mind for my coronation decree.”

Now that spiked her interest and freed her from her painful memories.

A coronation decree is the first legal command that a king would issue. Upon this sets the stone of domination for the new king. It could be as vague as “We would pay more attention to the education of rural areas” or as specific as “inviting the Prime Minister from the UK for a visit”. Of course, the first one would give more room for interpretation, hence encouraged.

Ari wiped his mouth with a napkin, before saying thoughtfully, “For my first decree, I would grant the same succession rights for daughters and sons.”

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whitehartlane · 7 months ago

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tagged by the wonderful @audereestfuckery! tysm :D

last song i listened to: on youtube it was rest by desktop error. they’re an honestly unknown thai indie post rock band i’ve been listening to for years. rest especially is a song of all time and one that has accompanied me through a lot of my life! i feel very overworked and exhausted at the minute and this song is a nice reprieve 😌 on spotify it was thamizhachi by arivu! he’s a tamil dalit artist and raps/sings about tamil and indian social issues. the album this song is from is called therukural, a portmanteau of the word ‘theru’ (street) and ‘thirukkural’ (a collection of tamil couplets dated around 450CE that provide a guide for human life and morals). street poetry, basically! this song is mine and my dad’s favourite off the album; it’s a feminist track about loving a tamil woman but letting her be free and as she is.

favourite colour: yellow :) and white and blue (for no reason obviously)

currently watching: making my way through queer as folk at a snail’s pace! very much enjoying it. there are some storylines that are slightly frustrating but apart from that i love gay joy and i love seeing messy people be messy. it’s good fun. apart from that i’m rewatching sunderland til i die too which always makes me emotional 😭

last movie i watched: my beautiful laundrette. it was a rewatch and i love it so much 🥹 sure you kind of have no clue what’s going on half the time but again it’s just so fun and real and chaotic. it did me a lot of good as a kid seeing a south asian gay person in film.

currently reading: douglas stuart’s shuggie bain in twenty minute increments on the bus because i’ve got no time to read otherwise. really enjoying it though (it is devastating me) and my library is not getting this one back from me until i’m done!

sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury and spicy. i guess i can do without spice for a meal but it defo has to be savoury. i am craving a blueberry muffin right now though.

last thing i googled: twas an image search: ‘carpal tunnel syndrome pain distribution’ (not for me). as for proper search it was just me googling ‘amboss.com’ and then did some searching re antibiotics within there, probably not very interesting for you lot 😭

current obsession: kinderpunsch and cinnamon rolls :) always an obsession but been ramped up because it’s the cold months! also absolutely obsessed with my spurs scarf, there has never existed a piece of clothing that is so rahul 🥰

currently working on: just getting through the day 😭 this past month has been really difficult and honestly so has this entire year. i don’t actually remember feeling not stressed and burnt out. i have things to dread but also be excited for next year so i’m just hoping 2025 will be kinder to me because i’ve been feeling genuinely beaten down since mid january. apart from that i’m trying to work on my novel when i’ve got the time :)

i will tag: @sinnettini @richarlisonny @ashleighneville @timoswerner @heungmins @steeple-sinderby-belles and YOU!

#i feel like i’ve rambled entirely too much with this.#got no clue who has done this and who hasn’t sooooo feel free to ignore or be tagged #rahul.txt

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darkestspring · 1 year ago

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Papa Aegon, when Senya is the only child, is asked who would wed his daughter.

“Aemond? Let the gods sink me to the lowest pits of the seven hells.” His brother is too impulsive and hungry for power, so hell no. Besides, it would be like a Daemon and Rhaenyra situation all over again.

“I’d rather not wed my little girl to rhaenyra’s sons.” Aegon The Younger, or Viserys II, is a huge no. It’s like granting his older half-sister full control to the only person he loves.

“Daeron? Hmm… I mean…” he’s actually debating since out of all three brothers. Daeron actually the most decent one out of the bunch and he can keep Senya in the family close to him…

Then cues Helaena cutting in. “Aegon, Senya is only three namesday, it’s too soon to consider this.” She’s taking their baby to sleep with her for the night at the nursery - much to his dismay. Yes, she has guards outside to keep him out. 😌

helaena refuses to let him see senya for the next three days just for thinking about aemond or daeron for senya potential partners. persoanlly she wouldn't mind aegon the younger or viserys ii for senya's husband but she'd prefer it if senya married for love.

senya doesn't see her father for the next three days which is worrying for her. "where's papa?" senya looks up at her mama with big questioning eyes.

"oh, he's really busy these days." Helaena hums, cradling her baby in her arms. "do you want me to help you write a letter to dragonstone?" Helaena asks just to get her mind off of the absence of her father, helaena was still upset after all.

"Yes! I want to tell aunty about all the flowers i picked! can i send them with the letter, mama?" Senya beams up at her mother.

"You can do whatever you want, my little senya."

#everyone goes 'aEMOND????' at aegons response. they meant amongst children her age not her uncles????? everyones surprised he didn't-#even mention jace or luke #aegon straight up doing crack if he thinks helaena will let him marry senya to aemond or daeron #visenya ii targaryen #papa aegon ii #mama helaena

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all-pacas · 2 months ago

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Longe one because the questions are fun! 14,19,20,22,38 for chase <3

from this meme! listen i love these i'll do this all day

14) Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

as we know he is perfect and beautiful in every way 😌 NO OKAY. Chase is life-threateningly allergic to strawberries, and I hc he's allergic to berries in general; otherwise I don't think he has particular allergies. In terms of injuries and disabilities… oh man, you know I love some his stabbing caused permanent damage headcanons; while I think it would be a bit much to say permanent limp, let's do House 2.0, I imagine he has some lingering issues that he of course completely ignores: paresthesia that comes and goes, some stiffness and mobility issues… I mean, he had a spinal injury, that's no joke.

I like the idea of it not being always visible, not always obvious — it's something he can hide, something he wants to hide, which is both a luxury and, you know. Let's call it a metaphor. If House liked to (felt he needed to) flaunt his disability and pain, Chase tries to hide his damage (needs to hide his damage). But it's still there.

19) What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

There's some hints in canon that he's a restless/light sleeper, so: I think he wakes up at two in the morning and thinks all the usual depressing two am things: he is alone and he hates it, or there's someone in bed with him but he doesn't want them there, or he had a stress dream about his father/mother/Dibala again and all he can do is go back to sleep. Sometimes he thinks about praying, or tries to, or recites old prayers as a sort of mantra to focus on and help him fall back asleep, even if he doesn't believe or think it works. Sometimes, if he's really self loathing, he'll pretend (try to pretend) Cameron is there and everything is fine and the last few years were a bad dream. It sometimes, almost works.

20) Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

I think he was a fairly healthy kid, all things considered, but he definitely had his share of Mishaps. Some were just the normal accidents an energetic outdoorsy kid would have — bee stings! That time he broke his ankle trying to impress a girl! — but there were a few red flags in there that the adults in his life ignored. His mother would throw things at him sometimes, and sometimes her aim was bad and they'd connect. Once he fell out a window trying to escape his father's study and busted himself up pretty badly. After the divorce and his promotion to parent, he'd go to school in a dirty/unwashed uniform and fall asleep in class because he'd been up half the night, and… it wasn't that the adults around him didn't realize these were warning signs, it's just they were Minding Their Business.

22) Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

He'd chew the pencil, doodle all over the paper, practice spinning the pencil around, and then chew it some more.

38) Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

He'd absolutely consider himself to have a Type B personality, and compared to most of the rest of Diagnostics that's true, but don't be fooled! Chase is way, way more Type A than he thinks he is! While he's not and never has been ambitious, he's super focused and driven and thrives under pressure; he is incredibly meticulous and organized — it's not a coincidence his two specialties (critical care and surgery) are both incredibly intense, action/focus oriented jobs, you know? He thinks he's really laid back and relaxed, but he also finds high stress "this person is bleeding to death in front of you while also having a seizure" situations to be an interesting and engaging day at work, lmao

#malpractice posting #robert chase

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baeshijima · 3 months ago

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🥹 I'm really In love with your duke!Blade and duke!Sunday 😭😭😭😭

I hope we can have more of them 😭, ITS really masterpiece! Amazing!delicious food! AAGGHHH! IS IT SO WRONG TO GET SO ATTACHED TO YOUR WRITING ABOUT THEM AND WANT TO READ IT AGAIN AND AGAIN?! 🥹 I really love your writing about that.

Just seeing your writing to another person about the both man's reaction to when the fem reader giving them a kiss.

Will they want to have a kids one day with fem reader, if they want to have a kid, how many kids do they want to have?

I already read how duke!Sunday's jealousy, but what about duke!Blade? How he will be when he is jealous? 😦 Will he glare at that person? Or maybe plotting to get rid of that man?.

"DUKE SUNDAY! DUKE BLADE! I LOVE YOU BOTH 😭🥹 SO MUCH!"

Imagine them being so clingy towards fem reader, after a whole day of doing their job as a duke and all they want to do is to spend all their time with their wife.

Imagine if someone hurt their wife! And they secretly punish that person without us knowing

Imagine if their wife suddenly come to them and said "I love you with all of my heart, I'm stuck with you forever and guess what? I didn't regret that because I have you as my lovely husband for forever" she said that with a soft smile on her lips while staring at her husband with eyes filled with love.

Lmao, maybe their heart will beating so fast after we say that and start to hug us and maybe they say something sweet to us while hugging.

I want more about them too 🥹 they're my lovely 2D fiction husband.

(⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠) your writing give me a life.

hehe i'm so happy you enjoyed my duke au fics !! royalty au anything has me weak and i'm glad its the same for others 😩

they both definitely would like kids if you expressed interest in having them, perhaps one or two !! they wouldn't say no to mini you's running around 😌

and duke!blade (and blade in general) is a brooding man so he naturally wards off incoming ppl which makes it hard for him to find moments to even be jealous in the first place, but when he does he would be silently standing behind you with a glare and crossed arms until the other person finally scrambles away (angry cat energy to the max), leaving him to stick close to your side with his hand on the small of your back as you look at him in confusion hehe

behind closed doors both are very affectionate and clingy !!

duke!sunday is clingy in the way he constantly has to be holding a part of you, whether that be your hand, arm, waist, whatever, and tries whatever negotiative methods he has to persuade you to stop what you're doing and take a stroll in the gardens or just have a cuddle session with him (admittedly, it doesn't take you much persuasion, but you like to think you're at least a little resistant to his pleads).

duke!blade is clingy in the way he hovers around you, helping you in any way he can. oh, you need to find a certain book in the library? he has it right here in his hand! now sit down with him as you read it and he stares lovingly at you :) oh, you have some paperwork to complete? give him half, or perhaps all of it, and he will finish them in a blink! better yet, why don't you ditch these papers altogether and focus on him, your dearly beloved husband who has not felt your touch since this morning? whatever it is, duke!blade will do the task with you. that, or he will sweet talk you into doing it tomorrow and how spending quality time with you right this instant is far more important ^^

all in all they are very loving husbands with power on different levels (sunday with the politics and blade with his physical/battle prowess) who can and will do anything to protect you should anything come to threaten your safety 🙂‍↕️

#omg a convo !?#AGAIN THO AAAA IM SO HAPPY U ENJOYED MY LITTLE DUKE AUS !!#would love to write more for them.... maybe i should.... ourgh royalty aus my beloved.....#cries i love them so much... i should get a move on with my duke!sunday series and start writing that again...#and also all my blade wips... or maybe a duke!blade series.... haha......

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nerdysleepybunny · 10 months ago

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hello. I just want to say that your tpn fics cure my depression. thank you very much. may I request a norman x reader where reader is basically nezuko. she's a demon she has the pink eyes and everything. and one day she snapped into her final form when isabella found out they were gonna escape and attacked norman:

(p.s I know that they are children so if you want ignore this request or age up the characters or you can cover up her chest all up to you😊)

and she lost control and nearly killed isabella but norman(for whatever reason im not really sure) protected isabella because he knows reader would never do such thing like kill isabella. then reader snapped out of it and started crying and apologizing to norman like when in the show nezuko cried when she remembered her mother:

thank you so much. I love your fics. like I said before you can completely ignore this if you're uncomfortable with it or you just don't want to do it at all. sincerely, an acquaintance. 😌

Ah, back when I went by Shroom 🥲 Apologies for getting to both of these so late, and I hope you don't mind me combining the asks!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Norman (ft. Isabella)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Panic attack, attempted murder, puking, slight gore

Style: Hcs

Summary: you're a half demon child, brought into the "orphanage" to be used as a tool.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

You were a demon, but your true identity was masked by all of your human qualities

The only thing that gave you away were your pink eyes, which is how Isabella figured out you weren't a normal child when she examined you after you were found crying in a basket near the gate, luckily before you stavred

But the children, with their active imaginations, just assumed that you were unique

Isabella quickly learned that she'd need to properly manipulate and shape you in order to contain you

The biggest issue was your hunger. It could be satiated by human food, but only for so long. So you'd eat with the rest of the children until a new batch of newborns arrived. Isabella would choose one to feed you. But of course, she didn't want you knowing that you were a demon that needed to eat humans. So she'd cook the meat and throw away the rest, and tell the rest of the children that you needed "special meat.

The unknowing children often complained about your special treatment, and you could only laugh, being none the wiser. If only you knew the truth.

As you grew up, you grew closest to Norman, who never judged you for your differences.

He also liked you due to how good you were at hide and seek. You were the only person he genuinely struggled to find

He knew that you were faster than all the others, but everyone assumed that it was just that. You were fast. But in reality, it was due to your demon species.

And due to your exceptional hearing, you could easily hear when Norman was approaching, and knew just how to avoid him.

This also came in handy for tests. With better hearing, it was easier for you to obtain information. You easily climbed to the top, joining the fullscore trio. You may not be entirely as intelligent, but at least you were pardoned from being shipped out. Sort of. Isabella was still figuring out what to do with you when you came of age.

And come of age you did

The trio didn't want to keep you in the dark

You learned the secret, every last detail. And at first, you assumed that that was all there was to it. But then dinner came around.

The special meat.

You took a bite. It tasted good. But it just didn't go down right when you thought of those dead children, being fed to demons...

Oh god

Were you a demon?

You took a second bite, but it didn't take long for it to come back up

You didn't even have time to excuse yourself from the table. You got up and rushed to the nearest bathroom as fast as you could, leaving the other children confused. And Isabella suspicious.

"Mommy, what happened?"

"Let me go see."

Isabella excused herself politely from the table and calmly followed the direction you went in, walking past door after door until she reached an occupied bathroom. She stood there and listened to the gagging that came from the other side of the door.

She heard the toilet flush, the ripping of a paper towel, shuffling... and then the door opened.

You had been too focused on the feeling of sickness that you were completely caught off guard by the sudden sight of Isabella on the other side of the door. She quickly grabbed you. Too quickly. Her touch was firm to keep you from moving, but perfected to be gentle. Motherly.

The way she looked into your eyes was like a warning. She knew that you knew. But it was masked by a look of concern.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Mom..."

"Why don't you come down and finish your dinner?"

"No-! No... thank you."

Isabella gave you a look. One you couldn't quite read, but you knew she wasn't happy. Then she smiled. You could now see how fake it was.

"Okay... you're sick. Go rest."

It was more of a command than a suggestion.

Stay in your room and keep your mouth shut.

And you did in fact have your own room, another reason for the other children to be jealous of you. It was to keep you separate from the others in case you suddenly became hungry

You obeyed, glad to be away from that horrid meat. But you couldn't stop thinking about the other children still down there with that awful woman. The woman who willingly kills her own children. Maybe not directly, but she allows it. And she was just as disgusting as those demons

But by hating the demons, were you also hating yourself? Who even were you?

Stuck with nothing but your thoughts, you spiraled

You learned to put up a facade, but your thoughts never ceased.

Not when you and the trio discovered more and more about the secret

Not when you and the trio conjured up a plan of escape

Not when everyone was training

And especially not when Isabella checkmated all four of you.

Norman was being shipped out.

The only person who's always been there for you

Despite your differences

Despite you possibly being a demon

You don't know what came over you. Everything just suddenly turned red

You were vaguely aware of the fact that you had lunged at Isabella. That you were on top of her. That your sharper-than-normal teeth were currently digging into her shoulder.

It's been so long since you've had meat. You could barely even hear her screams

Norman didn't know what to feel as he watched you. Or what used to be you. You looked different now. You were... eating. The woman he considered his mother. As awful as she was, he didn't want her to die. And he knew that deep down, you didn't either.

Reality suddenly returned when you felt hands on you, tugging you off of a bleeding Isabella. You froze as you stared at what you've done. The damage wasn't lethal, but you sunk your teeth pretty deep into the skin that connected her neck and shoulder. It would take a while to fully heal.

You turned your head towards Norman, the two of you simply staring at each other for a moment.

You, seeing your best friend staring at you with a fearful expression despite holding you in his arms

And him staring right back, seeing your lips dripping in blood and your look of remorse.

All you could do was burst into tears, and all Norman could do was hold you closer.

You screamed and sobbed, letting out all of the pain you've been feeling since you first learned the truth of this awful place.

And Isabella realized something as she watched.

She was putting her children in pain.

This is how far they'd go to leave this place, to avenge their lost siblings.

And Isabella began to think of a plan of her own...

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

#bun writes #the promised neverland #tpn norman #tpn isabella #tpn ray #tpn emma #tpn #tpn spoilers #tpn x reader

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mallllii · 3 months ago

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what are your favorite aspects of your favorite characters and how do you think they make the character more interesting? ^O^ (any fandom)

oh my god thank you for this question!!! I’m about to start ranting watch out

spoilers for the mentioned series ahead. non mha characters bc I talk a lot about mha on here, we have to give the others their time to shine

isabella from tpn (my fav manga btw): what makes her so special to me are her complicated feelings about the kids, the system they live in and ray in particular. despite being introduced as a villain and supporting that with her actions, the story does a really good job at showing how she grew from victim to perpetrator and therefore makes it possible for the reader to feel empathy for her. it clearly paints her as a tragic character -from backstory to eventual death- while still making it clear that she is not a good person or hero and doesn’t fall into the typical “misunderstood villain” trope

jude duarte from tfota: my wife, loml, my soulmate actually. step aside cardan🙄. what I like about her is the total opposite of what I like about isabella. she is a hero through and through, the main event of the story, despite her bad actions. because (unlike the fandom’s mischaracterisation) she was never cruel or bloodthirsty in the way her opponents were, she was simply ambitious. when she harmed others, it was always for a reason and justified in her inner monologue. if the reader agrees with those reasons is another thing entirely. we also can’t forget that most of her iconic lines that portray her as a heartless killer came from scenes in which she harmed herself, not others. she is always her own first victim. to summarise it I love how her drive for being accepted transformed into a hunt for power. we stan the high queen😌

denji from csm: I need to hug this guy. need I say more? I’m gonna wrap him in a blanket and give him some hot chocolate. My favourite aspect of him is the fact that he is my biological son. for more detailed rants about his character look at my mutual’s account, she is better at putting it into words than I am❤️

I didn’t tag her bc then she’ll find out gojo is my fav jjk character and block me/half jk: anyway gojo has my favourite type of mental issue which is character who is really fucking lonely bc they don’t get treated like a person by the people around them and were basically trained to be a weapon (this applies to Keigo too). there’s just something about a man who has no one to turn to when shit gets bad but always tries to be there for others

these were just some of them but I already talked a lot so I’m just gonna leave it like this. I hope I answered the question correctly and thank you again<33

#asklia #rantwithlia #the promised neverland #isabella tpn #the folk of the air #jude duarte #chainsaw man #denji #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru

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pollymorgan · 1 year ago

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Oh my God, how embarrassing... I did it and translated my German fanfiction into English... into bad English! Don't be too harsh on me, but rather make suggestions for improvement: So now a little phone sex with Coach Negan. 🙈😌

Warnings: arrogant Negan, frustrated woman, explicit phone sex

Today is one of those days again, where nothing seems to work as it should. Just like so often lately. Why couldn't I transfer those damn photos to the laptop? I've never been very tech-savvy, but the modern world practically forced me to. I'm actually a cookbook author and used to be quite successful with it. Some of my books were bestsellers and I even had my own cooking segment on a nationally broadcasted morning show. But then I was suddenly replaced by a younger, "cooler" colleague and ever since then, I've been struggling to keep afloat with social media, more or less. If only the technology would cooperate..

Even in my personal life, I have been replaced. Four months ago, my husband left us. By us, I mean my three children and me. After 19 years of marriage. But love goes where it goes, right? Nothing can be done against that. At least, those were his words when he got into his Porsche with a blonde woman who could be his daughter and disappeared.

Since then, he has managed to do something with his children exactly twice. But in exchange, he has already disappointed them seven times by canceling the meetings at short notice. Yes, I'm keeping count. At least for now.

My oldest daughter Penny is 15 years old and fully immersed in puberty, and it seems that this situation is hardest on her. She and her father were always a unit, his little princess. But there's no trace of that at the moment. Most of the time, he doesn't even bother to answer his damn phone when she tries to reach him.

I see her suffering. She's lost interest in school, and her circle of friends is dwindling visibly. I would love to help her, but how? At the moment, I just can't seem to reach her. Our communication mostly consists of doors slamming.

But back to my current problem. These damn pictures! The article is supposed to go online today. I cooked an Indian dish and had to drive halfway across town to get these damn spices. Thursdays always bring an international post, and now, of all times, nothing is working again. My laptop doesn't recognize the memory card, and the camera won't connect either. I keep plugging and unplugging the cable, hoping the error will magically resolve. Which of course it doesn't. Suddenly, I glance at the small display in the lower right-hand corner. Damn it! So late. I won't be picking up the kids on time again, the second time this cursed week. Annoyed, I close the screen. Grabbing my purse, I walk quickly to the garage. Where's the damn car key? Nervously, I rummage through my chaotic bag, spilling half of its contents on the floor. Finally finding it, I get into the car and speed out of the driveway.

The first stop is the kindergarten to pick up my youngest. She's a real bundle of nerves, but so sweet that you can forgive her anything. Of course, she throws a tantrum right at pickup. It's a real struggle to get her into the car. Like a madwoman, I drive on to the elementary school to pick up my 9-year-old son. He is the calm one in our family and thankfully waits with his best friend relaxed in front of the school. At least one who's not mad at me. Lucky me. And off we go, heading to my daughter's high school. From a distance, I can see her and immediately know that - once again - something is wrong. She stands all alone and pretty annoyed on the street, looking out for me. When I park the car right in front of her feet, she angrily drops onto the passenger seat.

"Penny, I can explain, you know what a loser I am when it comes to technology..." I try to justify myself.

My eldest rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Mum, this time, for once, it's not your fault..." I see tears forming in the corners of her eyes, and automatically, I feel a lump in my throat.

"Mister Smith... he..."

She doesn't need to continue speaking; just hearing that name fills me with such anger again. Right from the start, there have been issues with her physical education teacher, Negan Smith.

I've only seen him twice so far, at parent-teacher conferences, but Penny's stories are enough for me to know that he's an absolute failure as a teacher. He has his favorites whom he praises to the skies, while the less athletic students suffer under his authoritarian ways. My daughter already feels uncomfortable in her own skin, and that jerk doesn't even realize the impact his remarks have on the young girls.

A few years ago, his wife passed away from cancer. A terrible tragedy, but apparently that did not make him more empathetic; quite the opposite.

I'm currently looking in the rearview mirror to avoid hitting anyone in the chaos outside the school. That's all I need on this crappy day. Then I catch sight of none other than Penny's physical education teacher.

"Isn't that him?" I ask excitedly.

My daughter buries her face even further into the backpack in her lap. "Yes, Mom, it's okay, please just drive..."

The anger that had been building up recently had just found a good release.

With the words "Nothing is good...", I yank open my driver's door and head purposefully towards my daughter's physical education teacher, who is just stowing his bag in his car.

"Who do you think you are?" I stand behind him with arms crossed, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

Confused, he turns around to face me and suddenly a big grin spreads across his face. "Negan Smith, nice to meet you, and who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

What a cocky jerk!

"The mother of a rather offended young girl, because of you..."

Can't he just drop his arrogant smile for once? Quite unimpressed, he closes the door of his car.

"Penny has so much potential and she's wasting it on the damn bench..."

Such an idiot, he clearly knows who I am.

"Maybe you should listen to the young students as well, instead of just spouting off random remarks at them?"

Amused, he shakes his head. "I did... her excuse for skipping today's P.E. class was menstrual cramps..."

"And in your opinion that's not a valid reason or what? How dare you even pass judgment on that? Your students' bodies are going through changes and such discomforts should be taken seriously..." I respond a bit too loudly, causing some students to turn towards us.

Resigned, he raises his hands. "Of course, but not every damn other week. Maybe you should give your daughter some biology lessons again and explain to her that her P.E. teacher isn't completely from another planet."

Oh God, what does this man think he is..

"And you should work on your teaching skills... Otherwise, maybe I should consider contacting the school board!"

„Oh wow, you're actually a bigger drama queen than your dear daughter!".

Did he really just say that? Did he just seriously insult me? My daughter's teacher. I look at him in disbelief, but he just grins.

"And now she's quiet... I really have to go now, but I'm pretty sure we'll meet again soon." With these words, he jumps into his car and drives off.

Completely perplexed, I walk back to my car and am greeted by my daughter with the words "That was soooo embarrassing.."

7 hours later

Finally peace! Why does it always have to be such a struggle to get the kids to bed? Isn't it unfair that you are a thousand times more tired than the dear little ones? What a crappy day! I'm glad to be freshly showered in my bed and finally have some time off. Just me and my phone, no one else. No more whining, arguing, and crying. As much as I sometimes curse technology, I also love being able to connect with people over the internet. It's fun to respond to comments, the direct exchange with like-minded people is the only positive thing about social media. As I scroll through Instagram, I suddenly see comments coming in at a rapid pace. Confused, I open them. From "Do you always look so good when you cook?" to "Can you cook that for me sometime?" to heart emojis, and they all come from the same account. As I read the name, a shock runs through me. Can this be for real? "Coach Negan" is he not only a tactless asshole, but also a real psychopath? Excited, I click on his account, but apart from a profile picture where he is clearly recognizable, there is no further information.

I quickly open the messaging function and type "What is this???" into my phone. It only takes a few seconds and I receive a response.

"I am a fan 😉"

For a while, I stare at the screen, unable to believe what is happening here.

Suddenly, he sends me a picture. I open it and see a photo of me from my highlights, showing me from my post "Valentine's Day." I had cooked a three-course meal and written a pretty cheesy text back then. It's one of my most liked posts.

"Red lipstick suits you. Matches your fiery nature.." he writes.

What does he want to achieve? Did the confrontation before school hurt him so much that he is trying to provoke me? But to be honest, it seems like he's the one giving me a warning. Well, but if there's one thing I've learned, it's that the best defense is a good offense.

"Oh, do you think so? Most men say I look better without wearing anything...I mean, without lipstick, of course.. 😉".

"Are you already in bed?" he asks next. What a bizarre situation? Why does my daughter's teacher want to know where I am? The same teacher who called me a ‚drama queen‘ just a few hours ago.

I keep trying to type a suitable response on my phone and then delete it again. Finally, I write briefly, "Yes, and you?"

"Yes, and I'm studying your profile. Do you realize how crazy you can drive a man with these pictures? Why am I even asking, of course you do. 😉"

The feeling of small electric shocks runs through my body. The whole thing feels strangely forbidden. Maybe what I'm doing here is damn wrong, but right now, the consequences seem pretty irrelevant to me.

"How mean, you can look at my pictures, but you don't have any online yourself."

"That's true, but how about you hear my voice instead?" Attached to this message was his phone number. Okay, this is all moving pretty quickly, in a pretty strange direction. I'm so excited that I can feel my heart pounding wildly in my chest. But what do I have to lose? I haven't felt like this in the last 20 years. Okay, it's a damn bizarre situation, but I'm an adult and single. So I can finally talk to whoever I want. Even with the biggest jerk I've come across lately.

Feeling totally tense, I dial the number and as it rings, it gets even worse. I take a few deep breaths, and suddenly the deep voice on the other end answers with a "What took you so long to decide?" and I can practically feel his grin.

"Well, I had to think for a moment about what would be so sensible about calling my daughter's narcissistic gym teacher in the middle of the night," I say calmly.

"And what would be sensible about that?" he asks with interest.

"I haven't really found a solid reason yet, but maybe you can tell me?"

He thinks for a moment, and I imagine him lying in his bed. A slight tingling sensation spreads in my stomach, which is intensified by his response.

"Well, I can make sure you feel a little better... forget all the everyday crap that's weighing on your pretty shoulders right now."

I briefly close my eyes to focus more on his voice, which really manages to relax me a bit with just that simple sentence.

"And how do you plan to do that?" I ask softly.

"When was the last time you were really well fucked?" As soon as he says it, my lower abdomen tightens, and I automatically press my legs together.

After I take a moment to collect myself, I honestly respond, "That was much too long ago..."

"Oh, poor girl," Negan provocatively replies, but instead of getting upset about it, it triggers completely different feelings in me. "Tell me about what you imagine when you stroke your lonely pussy at night."

I have to swallow briefly to get rid of the extremely dry feeling in my throat.

"I can tell you what I think about when I do it in a moment..." I say softly but firmly.

And his tone changes too. His breathing becomes heavier. "Then tell me, come on," he commands.

"I imagine it's your fingers running over my body and finally sliding my panties to the side and penetrating deep into me..." My cheeks feel like they're glowing. I've never talked like this with anyone before, and now I just did it with a man who is actually a stranger to me.

"Come on, sweetheart... touch yourself for me and tell me if you're wet," he interrupts.

Without thinking, I click on the speaker icon on my display and place the phone next to me on the pillow, then I slide my right hand under my nightgown into my panties and I'm surprised at how aroused I already am, how swollen my clit is, and how sensitive my whole intimate area has become. I sigh softly.

"Fuck, the sweet little sounds you're making... they make my damn cock twitch in my hand with joy..."

Just the thought that he's so aroused by me on the other end sends waves of pleasure through my body.

"I'm already so wet because of you, Negan..." I admit breathlessly.

"You dirty, pretty lady, if I were with you right now, I would slowly penetrate deep into you... you need that now, don't you?"

"Yes!" I can only whisper.

"Okay, now do everything exactly as I tell you, understood?" he demands.

"Yes, please tell me what to do.." I focus solely on his voice, completely tuning out everything else.

"Take off your panties. Use your index and middle fingers to gently stroke over your mons pubis and then slowly over your outer labia, but not more, just right there.."

Immediately, I follow his instructions. The air feels cool on my bare lower abdomen. I feel strangely exposed, even though I am alone in my bedroom, but it's not uncomfortable, quite the opposite. I begin to caress myself gently.

"How does that feel?" his voice breaks the silence again.

"Good, but I want more.." I plead.

"I already knew that.. Bend your legs and spread them wide.. as far as you can.." He gives me a brief moment to comply with his instructions. "Now push your pelvis even further forward.. Imagine I'm between your legs and you want to present me with your beautiful pussy, you would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes.." I say and nod vigorously, even though no one can see me.

"Such a good girl.. and now run your index finger through your slit, spread your juices.."

I can't and don't want to hold back my moans now. There is silence for a while at the other end, then I speak heavily.

"Are you also pleasuring your cock for me?" I ask as I continue to touch myself.

"Oh, sweetheart, so your thoughts are currently only about that.." he says snappily. "Yes, I am, and if you keep moaning so sweetly into the phone, it won't be long, so it's time for you to start massaging your clit, but don't be too timid, circle it with two fingers and use some pressure, even if you're very sensitive now, you can take it.."

Oh God, that was exactly what I needed right now. My body felt like in ecstasy and I could feel the orgasm slowly building up.

"Don't come yet," he commanded, and on cue, I immediately removed my fingers from my most sensitive spot.

"Now, bring your knees close to your body!“

"Yes," I replied, completely exhausted. "You're doing it perfectly, how much I would love to see you in this position right now, just the damn thought!" I could clearly hear him softly moaning. This sound made my body twitch with excitement.

"Penetrate yourself with two fingers... nice and slow. Focus entirely on the feeling of stretching your pussy wide... Tell me when you're all the way in!"

"Now," I whispered, already quite spent.

"Then add your ring finger, once you've done that, you can come intensely as a reward, I promise."

Slowly, I press the third finger into me, which initially causes a bittersweet pull, but I'm so wet that it's not a problem.

Without me telling him, Negan knows that I fulfilled his request.

"So perfect, sweetheart! And now, pleasure your clit! Bring yourself to climax and don't hold back any sound, I want to hear every sweet noise from you."

With the first gentle touch, my body twitches like crazy.

"Negan, please come with me," I stammer into the phone.

"Yes, I promise, beautiful," he replies breathlessly.

And these words are enough for me to come as intensely as I haven't in the past years. My thighs tremble uncontrollably and my heart almost jumps out of my chest. My lower abdomen contracts in waves and I can barely breathe. It feels like I am weightless for a few seconds.

"Do you feel good?" he asks after a short pause.

"Perfect.." I reply and can't gather my thoughts yet.

"Okay, then I expect you tomorrow at 3:30 p.m. for a parent-teacher meeting at the school, and, by the way, without panties.. Good night!" After these words, I only hear a beep on the line.

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