#Pom I am SHAKING YOU!!!!!!!!!

[muzzlemouths]

shakes around the crayon box of ur dftr guys :) i'll finish this... but now, I sleep ^-^☆

YELLING CRYING SCREAMING. OoooOOGHGH THEM. THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love how you've assigned their colors, and the poses and expressions and everything is just. OGHH. I know it's still a wip but you NAILED their personalities already.

AND THE STAR PLACEMENT. I'M LOOKING. I'M STARING.

[theangrypomeranian]

listen liSTEN!!

at some point Darryl sings the chorus of How You Get the Girl to Becky verbatim and absolutely means it whole heartedly and she laugh cries because "that's so cheesy"

"but you love it"

"yes I do"

[reiderwriter]

I'm Your Fluffer!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader (best friends to lovers)

For @imagining-in-the-margins FWB Challenge!

Prompt: "I'm your boyfriend without the benefits." "Do you want the benefits?" "Yes- No... I'm your fluffer!" (Inspired by New Girl) (yes, I suggested this prompt, bo idc if that's cheating)

Warnings: Mentions of BDSM, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, choking, mentions of spanking, and butt worship, slight Dom Spencer, bratty reader, creampie. The classics, yk.

A/N: I'm back!!!! I took a break because I couldn't bring myself to even look at a word document for about a month, but there's nothing like a Pom challenge to get me writing again! I did have a lot planned for my 1 year anniversary, but because I was sick, and then busy, and then work got hectic, I had to put it off. I still am going to try to finish my kink bingo Carr, though, even though its a month late, but I had two fics left iirc, and I have both of them plotted, so I may as well! I will, however, be abandoning the final epilogue of I Can't Help Myself, because I wrote myself into a depressed corner with that one, and honestly, some people were getting very pushy about it, and it wasn't fun anymore. Anyway! This one was fun to write, so I'm going to stick to one shots for the foreseeable future, or incredibly limited series.

Masterlist

Spencer was your friend. A good friend. Your best friend, perhaps. A really good, very best friend.

Obviously, you were good friends because he always knew when you were feeling down. He bought you flowers regularly when he passed by flower shops. He came over to your place and helped you build every piece of flatpack furniture you had, which, as a single woman in your mid-twenties, was every piece of furniture that you owned.

You really looked forward to the movie nights the two of you had weekly. The popcorn, the blankets, the cuddling, his lips by your ear, in-time translating the foreign movies word for word as you watched it, the shivers down your spine as you pressed further into the heat of him.

Spencer was the best best friend you could ask for.

He was also the most frustrated.

“Kid, what are you doing this weekend? I'm thinking of hitting some clubs, you know, getting my groove on, maybe meeting A few ladies,” Morgan smirked, rubbing his hands together as he gently moved side to side, already dancing to himself as he anticipated his big weekend out. “You in, or are you in?”

“I can't. I promised Y/N I'd help her with some document digitalisation. We're going to order pizza and watch Star Trek while backing up her entire paper trail.”

The smile on Spencer's face was so stupid that Morgan had to stop himself from wiping it off of him immediately.

“Man, you are so down bad for that girl,” he mused, shaking his head.

“What? Down bad?”

“You like her. It's okay to admit it.”

“We're friends. I'm happy being friends,” Spencer said, picking up his bag and walking to the elevator desperate to escape a repeat of a conversation he'd already had three times that week.

“You know everyone thinks you're dating.”

“Well aware. Despite the number of times we've both stated to the contrary, people don't seem to accept ‘we're just friends’ when they hear it.”

“That may be because you're doing things that just friends don't do.”

“Everything we do is totally platonic.”

“You buy her flowers-

“I buy my mother flowers,” Spencer said, turning on the man and raising his hands in exasperation.

“You know that's different. Do you buy Emily flowers?”

Silence.

“What about JJ?”

“I bought JJ flowers!” He grinned triumphantly until the other man spoke again.

“When she was in the hospital. Giving birth. Okay, what about the movie nights?”

Rolling his eyes, the younger man walked on, pressing the bell for the elevator and allowing his friend to keep bothering him.

“Friends watch movies together, Morgan. We've watched movies together, are we dating?”

“One, you are not my type, pretty boy, and two, you didn't exactly have your dick pressed against my ass the entire time we watched a film now, did you?”

“Be q- be quiet. I don't have my dick against her ass ever.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, was it pressed against her stomach instead? I know she likes to lie on top of-”

“Derek!”

The elevator arrived, and the two quickly jumped in, to Spencer's relief.

“All I'm saying, kid, is-”

“Hold the elevator!” You shouted, running to it quickly with Penelope Garcia on your heels.

“Thanks, Spence!” You said, smiling at him as you entered the small space.

And continued your not too unsimilar conversation with Penelope.

“So, as I was saying Penelope,” you shot her a look that told her you were finished with the conversation. You were not dating Spencer Reid, and you were unlikely to in the future because of his total and complete lack of interest in you.

“You can set me up this weekend, right? It's been an age since I've been on a date, and I would really like to-” you glanced around the elevator and whispered the end of your sentence, suddenly mindful of your company. “You know.”

“If you're absolutely sure, I have a few men in mind that could throw you about, but-”

You squealed and squeezed the woman as the elevator landed on your floor and jumped out of the elevator quickly, cheeks burning.

“Thanks, Pen, you're the best!”

“Y/N, wait,” Spencer called out behind you, desperately holding the elevator open for a few more seconds.

“I thought we were doing your papers this weekend? Star trek, pizza, remember?”

You stared guiltily at the floor as you forced your voice to sound as casual as possible, not sure you could make any excuse that didn't sound pathetic.

“Oh, sorry, Spencer. I totally forgot. We can rain check, right? I… I really need this.”

Spencer was aware of what disappointment felt like, but it never hollowed out his chest like your lack of eye contact in that moment did.

“Yeah. Sure, of course. We can do that whenever.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Spencer. You're the best… friend.”

He smiled and let the door finally shut, aware of the two sets of eyes now watching him.

It took a surprisingly long time for the ‘I told you so’ to come, but come it did, as if Morgan were unable to help himself.

“You're telling me that you're not into her at all?”

“I'm…not into her like that at all.”

“And you're fine with me setting her up on a date with a man that'll do somewhat empowering, somewhat disgusting things with her?” Penelope piled on.

“What? That's…that's not my business,” he ground out.

“No. Of course it’s not. Because you're not her boyfriend.”

“Exactly, I'm not her boyfriend-”

“You're her fluffer.”

With a pat on the shoulder, the elevator hit its last stop, and Morgan exited, leaving Spencer scrambling after him as Penelope waved the two of them off.

“What? No, what's a fluffer?”

Morgan chuckled and waved him off, walking to his car.

“Come on, what's a fluffer, and why am I hers?”

“You've seen porn before, right?” The older man asked, pausing as he opened his driver side door. “Actually don't answer that. The fluffer is the person who keeps the actors and actresses… ready between takes. Prepares them for the good stuff.”

With a bright flush across his cheeks, Spencer tried his best for an indignant look, landing somewhat closer to a petulant child.

“I am not her fluffer. We have never-”

“I know you've never. If you had, we wouldn't be standing here right now having this conversation. What I'm saying is you should.”

“We're friends!”

Climbing into the car and closing the door, Morgan dismissed the younger man quickly, but he wasn't finished.

Knocking on the door, Spencer waiting a beat, then two for it to open again.

“I'm not her fluffer.”

“You build her furniture and cuddle with her. You're doing everything a boyfriend would do, without any of the boyfriend rewards.”

“What rewards?” he gasped, exasperated.

A single look was all the reply he got before Morgan out his keys into the ignition and started driving.

Spencer never made the decision to turn up at your house later that night. He just found himself all of a sudden at your front door on a Friday night, pulling out the key from the plant pot by the front door and letting himself in. Unlocking his shoes, he called out through the apartment, letting you know he was there as he slipped into the house shoes you'd bought him after the first of many movie nights.

“Spencer? We cancelled earlier, remember?” you said emerging from your bedroom, fitted in the tightest dress he'd ever seen you in. He already had no answer for your question, but seeing you like that, getting ready, he had no answer to any question at all. If you'd have asked him his name, he wouldn't have known it.

Well, he would've, but only because you'd said it only three seconds ago and had reminded him that he was, in fact, standing in your apartment when he should've been literally anywhere else.

“Um. I'm…I'm just-” he scratched the back of his neck, waiting for something to come to him.

“Spencer, I'm leaving in like an hour, so there's no time to watch a movie, and I have to get ready, so-”

“I'm… I'm angry?”

You raised an eyebrow at his questioning tone, unsure where this conversation was going.

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah..yes. I'm sure. I'm angry. We, we had plans, and you gave me like an hours notice and cancelled them to go do something stupid-”

“Spencer! I'm going on a date. That's not stupid.”

“It is when you have me!”

He half shouted, half murmured the words, as if he himself were unsure of how confident he was in making that statement.

“That came out wrong-”

“Yeah, I think it did.”

“What I mean is- I mean…Morgan said that-”

You crossed your arms and sat yourself on the arm of your sofa, looking forward at him and waiting for him to get through whatever this was. You hoped the entire time that he was saying what you'd wanted him to say for the last year and a half.

“Have you ever watched porn?”

Not what you were hoping for, but a start, at least.

“Spencer!”

“That came out wrong, I- don't throw the couch cushions at me. I have a point, I swear!”

You lowered your next projectile and gestured for him to go on, not fully relinquishing it just yet.

“I'm your fluffer! I get you…in the mood for dates, and- and- I do all the boyfriend stuff without any of the boyfriend benefits!”

He stood in front of you, red-faced, and you stared him down a second or two as you collected your thoughts.

“Do you…want the boyfriend benefits?”

“Yes! No, wait - wait a second. I- I- What are the boyfriend benefits exactly?”

You threw the pillow down and turned your back on him, not entirely sure what you were expecting from the most oblivious genius on the planet.

“Y/N, wait. Wait-”

With a hand wrapped around your wrist, Spencer spun you around, and, tripping over your feet, you landed hard on your sofa. Your fall should've been relatively pain-free, but for the 6-foot man that landed directly on top of you.

“Get up.”

“What are the boyfriend benefits?”

“You should know if you're saying you want them! Now, get up!”

“Not until you tell me.”

“Spencer!”

“Y/N!”

You groaned and writhed under him, but he just dropped his weight onto you, unmoving, hands pinning your wrists lazily, leg poking between your two, hips pinning yours.

It certainly wasn't the closest you'd ever been, but in those circumstances, during that conversation, you felt more flustered than you had before.

“What are the benefits.”

“You really want me to say? You're not afraid it's going to throw off our friendship, ruin whatever good thing we have going?”

“I think that if you go out tonight, and enjoy your date, and get a boyfriend, that he's going to feel weird about this good thing we have going and it's going to be over anyway. Tell me.”

You desperately searched for a way out of this situation, but a stronger part of you wanted to simply wrap your legs around him and let him take as much advantage as he could.

You settled for disturbing him.

“Fine. A boyfriend would be able to spank me.”

“Y/N, be serious.”

“I am. I like it. A boyfriend would pull my hair back and make me count as he hit my cute round ass until it turned all red, and I couldn't sit down comfortably anymore. A boyfriend would then kiss it better.”

You'd never spoken about sex with Spencer, and you hoped the vulgarity would force him back to his senses. Instead, he didn't stir, and you had no choice but to continue.

“Another boyfriend benefit would be choking me. I like that, too. Are your hands big enough to wrap around my throat, Spencer?”

“Yes.”

The answer came so quickly and do confidently, you weren't sure you actually heard it outlook until he spoke again.

“What other benefits, Y/N?”

“A… boyfriend would get to cum inside me,” you whispered, suddenly aware of hips rocking into yours slowly as his cock poked up, listening intently to the promises spilling from your lips that you likely should've regretted.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I want the benefits.”

Your body was hot everywhere he touched you, but he didn't move, didn't follow through on anything just yet. But you were aware of his head moving closer and closer to yours and panicked.

“And what have you done? As my fluffer? To deserve those benefits?”

“What have I done?” He asked, pulling back an inch. Even as his chest rested, flush against yours, your breasts pushed up against him as his hands held yours over your head.

“I-I bought you flowers-”

“Emily buys me flowers, too. So does Penelope. Should I let them be my boyfriend?”

With your hands in use, you took advantage of his distraction and wrapped your legs up and around his waist, rolling your hips up into him.

“I suppose I do like flowers, though. What else?”

“I… We're always t-together?”

“We work together.”

Using the leverage of his weight against yours, you rolled up harder into his hips, grinding into him slowly as you watched his resolve melt away.

“The m-movie nights are-”

“The movie nights where you rut your cock into me while we watch a movie? Friends do that all the time. You're just translating the movie for me after all.”

“Y/N, please don't-”

“Don't say that? Okay. I'll just let someone else hump against my thighs to get off because you're too proud to admit you want to sink your dick into me and pound me?”

“Y/N-”

“Maybe that's why you don't have the boyfriend privileges, Spencer. Because I'm waiting for something, you're too much of a prude to try-”

His lips meet yours before you can finish the thought, and you're not sure whether it's a triumph or a defeat.

After precisely five seconds of his lips on yours, though, you no longer cared.

Releasing your hands gently, he lifted his hips an inch, distracting you enough to force his tongue into your mouth as his hand found its way between your legs.

“Did you really mean it?” He asked between kisses as you rake your hands through his hair, getting lost in him. “About the benefits?”

You allowed yourself to imagine it for a second, Spencer's hands on your throat. His hands on your ass. His mouth buried between your legs.

You moaned into his kiss, and he laughed - actually laughed - as he pulled away.

“Spencer!”

“No, no, please, don't let me keep you from your thoughts, I'll just be down here.”

His fingers reached your clit and he wasn't surprised to find you already wet, legs spread. Snaking another hand to your neck though, he wasn't exactly as opposed to the ideas you'd flung at him as he'd acted.

You gasped as his hand closed around your neck, the prettiest necklace you'd ever worn. You grabbed a hold of his hands as he pulled your underwear off, pushing them down your legs as he gently pushed your legs open wider and replaced his fingers with his tongue.

You curled up on yourself, craving your body to watch him devour your pussy as you tried your best to keep your breaths shallow, to keep breathing entirely as he squeezed your throat.

His tongue licked and flattened, his head bobbing up and down and then stilling as your hips began moving by themselves, letting you ride his face as you moaned and whined and desperately ran towards your climax.

You wrapped a leg around his shoulder, pressing down on his back to keep him in position, grabbing a handful of hair as you jerked against his face, fucking it as he looked up at you through hooded eyes, drinking down every drop of you.

His hold on your neck tightened, and you felt your body shudder as you squeaked out his name, not wanting this to end so soon, needing to feel more of this. He let you ride it out until you were whining in frustration again, hips twitching from the friction of his tongue against your cunt.

Then he pushed away.

He wasn't gone long, but you followed him up. You thought about pushing him down to the couch again, thought about sitting on his pretty boy face and doing it all over again. You thought of turning over and presenting your ass to him, letting him punish you like you'd promised. Your thoughts ceased as quickly as they came when he pulled his cock free of his pants, not even bothering to pull them off fully before pulling you into his lap, lining himself up, and pushing you down onto his hot, hard, lengthy cock.

You swear you would've screamed if his to guess hadn't already claimed your mouth. A good scream. A “holy shit holy shit holy shit” scream. Definitely a “I didn't know it was that big, and honestly I'm a little scared” scream. But overall, a “god that feels so good” scream.

From the lack of movement, you were sure that Spencer was giving you a moment to adjust to his intrusion, and you were thankful as you clung to his neck, hands balling in the material of his shirt on his back.

Although he was bigger than expected, he wasn't uncomfortably large, and you calmed quickly, giving him a quick nod as you buried yourself in his neck, hiding your face to stop yourself from drooling, mouth wide as he tipped you back against the couch pillows, lifting your legs slightly and slipping his hands underneath yous thighs, and began his steady pace of thrusts.

You were sure your world was imploding on itself, that all your senses had ceased except that of touch, and his touch was fire. But you heard the wet, slutty sounds of your pussy welcoming him, you smelt the sweat against his skin, and, opening your eyes, you saw the absolute pleasure blasted against his features as he groaned in your ear.

And before you could form another coherent thought, he'd claimed another boyfriend benefit, as, rocking his hips against yours, he slowed to a stutter as he emptied himself inside you.

“Spencer!!” you moaned, but he wasn't done, spitting on his fingers and finding your clit again as you squealed, twitching and turning and milling his cock with your movements as you found your second release.

You moaned his name again, though it sounded less like his name this time, and more like a definite noise complaint from your neighbours in the morning.

“Spencer?” you asked, still trying to regain your breath as he, once again, collapsed on top of you.

“Mhmm,” he said, slowly pulling out of you, watching the mess you'd made together drip out too, and resisting the urge to push right back into you and go again.

“Was that a friendly fuck, or a boyfriend fuck?”

His eyes snapped to yours again as you continued.

“I just want to give Penelope the correct reason for cancelling on her friend when I text her-”

“I came inside you.”

“So you did.”

“Y/N!”

“.... So that wasn't a fluffer thing, but a boyfriend thing, got i-”

With a kiss, he shut you up again, and you realized quickly that you probably wouldn't have the time to send that text anyway.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Dad!Tangerine x wife!fem!reader

Summary: Based on the song "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus"

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

~ MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVERYONE 🎄♥️ (and happy holidays to those who don't celebrate Christmas!!)

"I saw Mummy kissing Santa Claus last night," Clement suddenly exclaims, looking up from where he's unwrapping his presents, the wrapper torn in his small hands. The six-year-old looks dead serious, and Tangerine almost chokes on his hot chocolate, excusing himself and clearing his throat.

You tense beside your husband on the sofa, clutching his thigh. Apricot, your daughter and Clement's twin, turns to her dad from where she's sitting on his lap, previously happily admiring the doll Santa gave her. Her lips turn into a pout, and her dark brown curls fall over her eyes. She clumsily pushes them away with her palm, tilting her head as she narrows her eyes at you, examining your expression.

"Hm, did she now, Clem?" Lemon pipes up, sitting straighter. He sends his brother a smirk, and your cheeks warm up.

"I did no such thing," you say, your tone light.

"I saw you," Clement insists, standing up. He's wearing the red-and-green reindeer-printed pajamas you, Tangerine, and Apricot are also wearing. Tangerine had rolled his eyes and said it was tacky, but you'd made him wear them anyway.

"Right there," Clement adds, very seriously, pointing to the living room under the mistletoe in the archway you'd put up as a joke. Tangerine looks mortified.

Lemon bursts into laughter, clearly deducing what must have happened.

Tangerine locks eyes with you, the memory silently replaying in both of your minds. He had woken you up around 1 am. last night, your eyes still bleary from sleep, and hurried you into the kitchen to drink and eat the milk and cookies Apricot and Clement had set out for Santa.

You remember leaning against the counter, nibbling on the cookies with a smile. Tangerine returned your smile, wiping some crumbs from your lips with his thumb.

"These are delicious, my love," Tangerine had said. The kitchen was dimly lit by the light from inside the refrigerator. You beamed, placing one half-eaten cookie back onto the plate and looking up at your husband. You searched for something nearby, then turned back around and plopped a Santa hat lopsided on his head.

"Very handsome," you teased, your sleepy state making it all the more hilarious. Tangerine chuckled, his hands tightening around your hips. He kept the hat on, pushing you backward until you were standing beneath the archway—where you'd conveniently hung the mistletoe.

"Oops," Tangerine drawled, his voice low and husky.

You looked up, a smirk curling your lips. "Hm." You leaned up and kissed his cheek.

Tangerine shook his head, his arms tightening around you as he captured your lips in his. He kissed you passionately, the hat's pom-pom falling in front of your nose. You laughed, cupping his cheeks as you pulled him closer.

You both must have missed hearing the tiny gasp and the light footsteps rushing back up the stairs to Clement's room.

"Mummy wouldn't kiss Santa," Apricot interrupts, pulling your attention back to the present. Tangerine bounces her on his knee, smiling at his daughter. "Santa is old. Daddy is young," she tells her brother as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

"Daddy is not that young," Clement replies, rolling his eyes. He rushes to Tangerine and pokes his dad's temple. "Grey," he states, causing Lemon to erupt into another fit of laughter.

"Oi, buddy, not nice," Tangerine shakes his head. He’s bouncing Apricot a little less now, glaring at his son. There's no real malice behind the look, but you know your husband well enough to tell he doesn't like his age being scrutinized.

You turn and help Clement into your lap, pushing some hair away from his forehead, desperately trying to come up with an excuse without ruining the illusion of Santa for your six-year-old.

"Mummy was just kissing Santa on the cheek," you scramble to explain. You wonder how Clement has such a strong sense of right and wrong while only being six years old. "As a thank-you for bringing you and your sister such amazing gifts!"

"And is Daddy okay with you giving Santa a kiss?" Clement asks suspiciously.

You turn to Tangerine, locking eyes with him.

"Yeah, is he okay with it, hm?" Lemon teases, sipping his hot chocolate.

Tangerine clears his throat, nodding. "Yeah, bud, I am. Mummy was just being nice."

"So she could get more presents?" Apricot jumps in, smiling widely, showing her missing tooth.

You laugh. "Yeah, exactly that, sweetie," you say. Tangerine hums, reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze.

Clement jumps down from your lap, returning to check the presents until he finds one for you. He scurries over and drops it in your lap.

"Here, Mummy, this is for you!"

"Thank you, honey," you smile at him.

You look at the tag: For Mummy, From Santa, scribbled in Tangerine's handwriting. Your heart warms as you carefully unwrap it, revealing a small, unmistakable jewelry box.

"What is it?" Apricot scrambles off Tangerine’s lap, accidentally kneeing his groin. He groans and gently pushes her off so she can see your present.

You open the box carefully, revealing a delicate, clearly expensive necklace—the very one you'd admired while window shopping with Tangerine. Your smile widens as you hold it up for your daughter to see.

"Seems expensive," Lemon quips, earning a small glare from his brother.

"It's shiny," Apricot says, and Clement reaches up to touch it, but you hand him the box instead, not wanting him to break the chain. You ruffle his hair with your free hand.

"Santa knows me very well," you say, meeting Tangerine's gaze. You smile at the faint blush on his cheeks.

"You should give him another kiss when you see him, Mummy!" Clement exclaims, still playing with the box.

Lemon suppresses a laugh as you nod, smiling at Tangerine—who is hiding his own giddy smile while clearing his throat.

"I just will," you whisper, your tone light and suggestive as you slip on the necklace. Your eyes stay on your husband, enjoying how flustered he looks, and you wink at him.

You’ll be giving him more than a kiss to thank him.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Game of Control || NFL Player!Rafe Cameron x dcc!reader

Summary: Your ex who plays on the opposing team taunts you, prompting Rafe to confront him, dominating him on the field; proving his protectiveness and love.

Warnings: noneee

Word count: 1,301

A/n: happy new year to those who celebrate ❤️

MASTERLIST (nfl!rafe x dcc!reader au masterlist)

The roar of the stadium crowd reverberated through the tunnel, the excitement and tension of game day buzzing in the air. Your boots clicked against the concrete floor as you made your way toward the field where the Cowboys were set to take on one of their biggest rivals, the sequined blue and white uniform catching the fluorescent lighting.

It was your element—the energy of the crowd, the spotlight, the exhilaration of performing as a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. Rafe was already on the field warming up. You'd caught his eye earlier during pregame routines, and he'd sent you a quick wink, a hint of the smirk you knew all too well. He thrived on the attention, your attention specifically.

But so did you in your own way—a dynamic that sometimes made your relationship fiery but always magnetic. Just as you were about to turn a corner into the light of the field, a hand reached out and grasped your arm. You froze, spinning on your heel to face the figure. “Y/n,” a voice said, too familiar and too unwanted. You froze for a moment before turning.

There he was—Ethan. Your ex. Tall, smug, and unfortunately wearing the rival team’s uniform. The bold colours of his jersey were a sharp contrast to the dim tunnel, and his smirk made your stomach churn. “What do you want?” you asked, your voice cold as you folded your arms across your chest. Ethan leaned against the wall, blocking your path with ease. “Relax. Just wanted to say hi.”

“Hi,” you deadpanned, attempting to step around him. He moved to block you again, his grin widening. “I see you’re still loving the spotlight,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery as his eyes roamed over your uniform. “All dolled up, shaking those pom-poms, stealing the show. Bet you like this, don’t you? Being the centre of attention.” You felt your jaw tighten, heat rising to your face, but it wasn’t embarrassment—it was anger.

“Move, Ethan. I’m not interested in whatever this is.” “Come on, Y/n,” he said, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to a faux whisper. “You always liked people watching you, didn’t you? I mean, why else would you stay with Cameron? Must be nice, being his little trophy.” You clenched your fists at your sides, trying to stay calm. Ethan’s words were a calculated jab, meant to get under your skin.

“You don’t know anything about my relationship, so keep your opinions to yourself,” you said firmly. “Oh, I know plenty,” Ethan retorted, his smirk growing. “Like how guys like him only care about what’s on the outside. Cameron must be loving the arm candy, huh? But hey, if you’re happy playing the part, who am I to judge?” Anger flared hot in your chest, but before you could respond, a voice interrupted, deep and dripping with fury.

“What the hell is going on here?” Both you and Ethan turned to see Rafe striding toward you, his jaw set and his eyes dark with barely contained rage. Clad in his Dallas Cowboys gear, he looked every inch the intimidating force you knew him to be on the field. Ethan straightened, his smirk faltering slightly but still intact. “Relax, Cameron,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

“Just catching up with an old friend.” Rafe didn’t even spare him a glance. His eyes locked on you, scanning your face as if to check for any sign of discomfort or distress. “You okay?” You nodded quickly, the tightness in your chest easing slightly at his presence. “I’m fine. He was just leaving.” Rafe’s gaze shifted to Ethan, his lips curling into a cold smile. “You heard her. Leave.”

Ethan held his ground, clearly trying to appear unfazed. “Relax, man. We were just catching up.” Rafe took another step forward, his height making the space between them feel smaller, more suffocating. “You don’t touch her, and you don’t talk to her. Ever again.” There was a long pause, the tension thick enough to cut. Ethan glanced between the two of you, then finally took a step back, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

He brushed past Rafe, but not before throwing a final comment over his shoulder. “See you out there.” Rafe stood motionless, his fists clenched at his sides, until Ethan disappeared into the tunnel. When Rafe finally turned back to you, his expression softened, though the tension in his body remained. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked again, his voice quieter this time.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, placing a hand on his arm. “Don’t let him get to you.” His jaw ticked, and you could see the battle waging in his mind. Finally, he nodded, but the fire in his eyes hadn’t dimmed. “Go do your thing,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “I’ll take care of him.” You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already walking away, his broad shoulders tense as he headed toward the field.

~

From the sidelines, you could feel the shift in Rafe the moment the game began. He was locked in, his focus razor-sharp—but it wasn’t just about football. Every time Ethan touched the ball, Rafe was there, delivering brutal, bone-crushing tackles that sent the crowd into a frenzy. It wasn’t long before the tension between the two boiled over.

In the second quarter, after a particularly vicious hit that left Ethan sprawled on the turf, he shoved Rafe as he got up, muttering something under his breath. Rafe didn’t back down. Instead, he said something that was lost in the chaos of the game. But the expression on Rafe’s face said it all—this was personal.

The referees stepped in before it could escalate further, but the warning had been delivered. From that moment on, it was clear that Rafe wasn’t just playing to win—he was playing to make a point. Ethan looked rattled, and Rafe looked like he was just getting started.

~

After the game, you waited for Rafe near the locker room, your heart still racing from the intensity of the match. When he finally appeared, his jersey was streaked with dirt and sweat, his expression unreadable. “You didn’t have to go that hard,” you said softly, though your tone lacked conviction. Rafe stopped in front of you, his eyes locking onto yours. “Yes, I did,” he said simply.

You let out a shaky breath, your emotions finally catching up to you. “Rafe, he’s not worth it.” “He disrespected you,” Rafe said, his voice hard. “I’m not gonna let that slide.” Your heart ached at the protectiveness in his tone, but there was something deeper beneath it—a frustration, a vulnerability he rarely let show. “I can handle myself,” you said, reaching out to touch his arm.

“I know you can,” he replied, his voice softening. “But you don’t have to. Not when I’m here.” The weight of his words settled over you, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, without warning, Rafe pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him. “You’re mine,” he murmured into your hair, his voice low and raw.

“Nobody talks to you like that. Nobody.” You buried your face in his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart calm the storm inside you. “I love you,” you whispered, the words carrying every ounce of gratitude and affection you felt for him. Rafe pulled back just enough to look at you, his hand coming up to cup your face. “I love you too,” he said, his voice steady.

“And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. Always.” In that moment, the chaos of the game, the tension of the day—it all faded away. All that mattered was the two of you, standing together in the aftermath, stronger than ever.

[kissitbttr]

a very tiny fic of frat!miguel pining on cheerleader!y/n in college. might expand, we’ll see ;)

-

fucking. frat parties, man,

you hate it. despise it even. what’s so good about them anyway other than the fact watching dumb boys in snapbacks making a fool of themselves with drinking games?

definitely not your scene, but unluckily for you—it has always been your friends favorite thing to look forward to,

“you need to cut yourself some slack babe. this party will do you good! i promise!”

rolling your eyes, you slip on one of your favorite heels before glaring at her. “doubt it but thanks for the positivity”

“maybe todd will be there and you guys will catch up?”

“like hell we will” you scoff, walking towards the dressing table to pamper yourself,

“that shit is history, he’s a fucking dead man”

a certified douche bag, that’s what todd is. dated him in sophomore year and the relationship went for about six months before calling it quits because he had his tongue down some other girl’s throat and he had the nerve to blame it on you,

you were pretty much done with men at that point,

“she’s right” one of your friends, gloria points out. “you guys forgot what that asshole did to her, hm?”

“but” one girl steps in. “people change, right?”

you and gloria exchange looks, biting back a mocking smile at how innocent and naive the girl sounds. however, you shake your head at gloria, telling her to hold it in.

“yeah, sure” you shrug at her question, busying yourself with makeups as the other girls from behind you continue with their chatting,

“what about miguel? that tall sexy one”

your hand freezes at the name, as a collective of ooh’s and dreamy sighs fall upon your ears. yet you dismiss it anyway,

“and what about him?”

lyla, the pixie haired cut girl chimes in. “wasn’t he the one who blew you a kiss during the football game? you know, when you were cheering”

it was the championship game, one after finals had ended. you and your cheerleading team were on the sidelines doing the stunts. one of the duties of being one was to cheer for your home team. being extra perky and all smiley,

he scored another touchdown within the last ten seconds, in which the crowd had erupted into loud cheers. this man sure got some speed on his feet,

you clapped your poms poms together, jumping in excitement while yelling out his jersey number. the rest of the girls are doing the same thing, some even louder than others. leading the crowd to loudly chant his last name,

miguel took his helmet off, smiling proudly at the full audience while bumping his chest with his fist. then his eyes landed on you, smile going wider as he watched you cheer for his team,

then he did it. blew you a kiss as he waved. mouthing a ‘that one’s for you’ before winking, in which you only rolled your eyes at the respond. you truly had no time entertaining another heartbreaker on campus.

that man maybe devilishly handsome and charming, but he also shared some highly disturbing amounts of girls in his dorm,

or so you have heard.

his friend jogged towards him, clasping his hand around miguel’s shoulder,

“new girlfriend, o’hara? or looking for a quick fuck?”

if it was any other circumstances, he’d punch him for saying that about you. but he was far too entranced by your beauty to actually give a shit. instead he smiled, eyes refused sto leave yours as he watched your body move.

“girlfriend. working on it, compá”

his voice is confident. almost like he’s sure that you’ll be his. and you will

miguel finds you to be far more intriguing than the rest. beautiful, top of the class, fucking funny too. ever since he had exchanged a couple words with you during one the class you both shared, you pretty much occupy his mind from there.

and he had watched you punch one of the guys at his party one time so safe to say you’re the reason why his dick is hard for the rest of the night

“not only that. he touched down and said it was for you, didn’t he?! ugh! i am so freaking jealous!”

it’s almost funny how hopeless romantic most of your friends are. i mean sure, you are too, who isn’t? but you would argue that if it wasn’t coming from miguel, those girls probably won’t be swooning like right now,

“you both are overreacting. he was just in the heat of the moment.”

“nuh uh” gloria shakes her head in disagreement, scoffing with a small smirk. “she’s right, that boy wants you. he wants you bad. like ‘24/7 deep dick inside your pussy and won’t let you walk straight after fucking’ wants you”

“a very… vivid detail, gloria…” you widen your eyes with a laugh while the other girls agree. “but okay”

“how do you even know that?”

“beck said so” she shrugs, making you look at her with a deadpan expression. “what? me and him went back to fucking, don’t judge me!”

a snort escapes your lips, tugging the lipgloss back out of your makeup pouch before unscrewing the tube,

“he’s like a total player, no? i don’t think i could get together with a man who sticks his dick into any hole”

“that’s not true. they’re just rumors”

“yeah, wasn’t dana the only girl he had ever dated?”

“no that was xina. dana fucked his brother”

“what?!”

“isn’t it the other way around?”

“i’ve never seen him with girls that often. your opinion could be wrong y/n”

you brush it off and let the girls gossip in the back. whether it’s true or not, staying away would probably better. after todd, you don’t think you can afford another heartbreak.

fucking. men

-

the party had started a few hours ago, and it’s packed. a lot of students come and start filling up the house, the sound of asap rocky’s ‘frat rules’ booming through the speakers.

it’s not even close to midnight but miguel already spot a few kids getting drunk and throwing up in the backyard making him winces in disgust. he has told a few of his friends to keep an eye for broken furnitures but he doubts any of them listen,

they’re far too busy exchanging saliva with some of the girls from the sorority,

“yo o’hara! beer pong later! you’re on my team!”

peter, one of his frat brothers yells. miguel looks over his shoulder to see him standing by the pong table with the others, he has his arm around a red haired girl’s shoulder.

miguel flashes a smile, head shaking as he fixes himself a beer from the keg. “count me out, parker. go find other team player”

“oh boo! you’re no fun these days, o’hara! don’t tell me you’re standing by to see if she’s coming?”

“wait, miguel’s crushing on someone?” the red haired asks

“i told you babe, it’s the girl from cheerleading team”

miguel doesn’t respond, because peter is right. he has been scanning over the room, pacing back to back to see if you’re here yet. a disappointment sigh leaves his mouth each time he fails to find you,

his frat brothers think he’s gone crazy. because why would he get himself so worked up over one girl when there’s dozens of others lining up to get dicked down by him? pretty ones even,

but that’s the thing, miguel doesn’t find hooking up to be something that needs to be praised for. why would he pat himself on the back for screwing half of the sorority sisters? or bet on who gets to be the lucky bastard to get into the quiet girl’s panties?

gross. that’s for sure. but it seems that his brothers think otherwise. he has no say in that, obviously. to each their own.

“she’s coming, dude. chill. you’ve been eyeing the goddamn door non-stop” beck chuckles, sipping on his beer can

he ignores him, clicking the tongue against his teeth. “you told gloria, right? to bring her here?”

“i did. so stop worrying. enjoy for a bit”

beck leaves him with that, not before bumping miguel’s shoulder lightly with his fist, leaving miguel with his brows furrowed and lip in a small pout,

‘where are you?’ he thinks,

“hey miguel”

a feminine voice pulls him out of the trance, in which he quirks an eyebrow and notices a short haired girl appears by his side, dragging her long manicured nails down his bicep,

“not interested” he shoots her a quick glare before averting his gaze back towards the door,

the girl pouts, taking the bold move by resting her temple against his shoulder in which he shakes her off causing her to gasp,

“the fuck o’hara?!”

“i told you. not interested. beat it” he downs his red solo cup before scrunching it, licking his lips. “go find another guy to bang”

she huffs at that, stomping her feet like a child like her parents refuses to give her candy,

“i mean it. move, i am not—“

“y/n! gloria! you two made it!”

that does it for him. soon as he hears your name falls from beck’s mouth, his gaze never moves quicker. seeing his frat brother by the entrance, greeting gloria with a kiss and you’re standing by gloria’s side with a small smile,

oh god, you.

who looks absolutely breathtaking tonight. adorned in a pretty pink dress that hugs your curves in the right way, your makeup is light and he’s thankful for that. long thick hair fall against your back, leaving your shoulders exposed,

simple yet look so expensive,

miguel pays no mind to the girl besides him, simply just walking away. he doesn’t even bother to acknowledge the people who congratulates him on the win as he strides closer to you,

“y/n y/l/n… what a sight for sore eyes it is to see you, muñeca”

a familiar voice saying your name makes your head turn, seeing who it is. the head of fraternity. miguel o’hara,

he has his arms crossed, causing his biceps to bulge a bit, making him look bigger than he already is. you eye the outfit he has on. a black muscle tank and grey sweatpants. chocolate hair tucked into a bright red snapback that he props on backwards,

he shoots you a flirty smirk, walking a little bit closer just enough to create a small gap between the two of you,

“miguel o’hara” you speak his name, faking a smile. “surprised to see you still sticking around here. i thought you’d be by your room already, pleasuring another girl”

he winces playfully, hand over his heart pretending to be hurt. “ouch, muñeca” a small chuckles leaves his mouth as he watches you roll your eyes, “always with the horrible assumptions. care to play nice this time?”

you glance at him with a scoff. “we both know that’s a fact. you always leave with a girl, don’t you?” you question, eyebrows furrowing as you tilt your head to the side,

he hums, scanning the room before looking back at you. “false. but i’ll let you believe what you want to believe, muñeca.”

you try to guess if he’s being sarcastic with it or actually telling the truth, and you swear it’s the latter. however, you refuse to fall for it,

“what do you want, o’hara?” you sigh, sipping on the beer gloria had offered earlier,

with a chuckle, he leans against the nearest wall, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants. “is it a crime for me to talk to a pretty girl i have a crush on? is there any written policies about that?”

your heart flutters when he calls you pretty. not to mention, a crush?

yeah okay, you do find him extremely attractive and sexy. like, really really sexy. guilty as charged. but who doesn’t think so? his dashing smile and seemingly soft hair do make you a little bit crazy. he’s a total heartthrob on campus.

not only is he the vice captain of the football team but he’s one smart student. passes every class, rarely get a score below B’s. no wonder why teachers are chasing his ass for him to tutor some of the students.

and if that’s not enough, you know how much he loves to spend his time volunteering at local organizations, doing food kits for donations even providing a cost-free child care around the community,

he’s almost—too good to be true.

“i’m flattered, truly. but flirting won’t get you anywhere, mr.” you wag your finger side to side,

“seriously?”

“seriously”

“wow” he breathes out a sigh, faking a disappointment. “i got to try harder than that then”

a giggle leaves your mouth, head shaking. “my advice? stop trying, o’hara”

“i can’t do that, muñeca”

you tilt your head to the side,. “and why’s that?”

“i just told you”

“hm. surely there are other girls out there, o’hara”

“i don’t want them”

“persistent aren’t you?”

“kind of” he casually shrugs. “why, you don’t like it?”

“quite the opposite”

“and why is that entertaining to you?” he asks with a smirk,

“i like seeing men desperate. i like seeing them beg for something they know they can’t have” you bite down onto your lower lip. your respond is not meant to be flirty, but more of like a playful statement.

yet somehow, it triggers something in him. something good.

his eyes flicker down to your mouth, puffing out a deep breath. “shit, you’re making it harder for me now” he mumbles, tongue sticking out to wet down his lip,

“harder to what exactly?”

“to not want you” he replies bluntly, tone changes into a serious one. but it doesn’t come off as a lust or desperation,

your smile falters a little when you realize how serious he becomes. swallowing a lump on your throat, fingers digging into the skin of your arms. eyes are now onto his, and you don’t quite get why it feels so difficult to just look away,

“miguel i—“

“shit, i ruined it, didn’t i? eres un idiota” he curses himself with a grunt shaking his head. hands on his hips “sorry, i’m just— fuck you look so good right now muñeca and there’s like a million things going through my mind when i look at you—“

“miguel—“

“obviously i’m not going to tell you because it’s pg-13 all up in here” he points at his head. “and i don’t want to scare you—“

“miguel—“

“but i went past puberty so i’m not some kind of horny teenager that—“

“miguel! jesus, shut up!” you finally exclaim, and that does it for him. his movements stop when he hears you yell out his name,

clearing your throat, you regain your posture before setting the beer down on the nearest table,

“listen i—i just don’t know what to say after that” you begin with a nervous laugh, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. “you have a crush on me?”

his bushy brows dip into a frown. “didn’t i make it clear these past few weeks?”

“huh?”

“i brought you lunch, let you borrowed my favorite pen during class, i even asked your number through gloria but she didn’t want to give it to me” his shoulders slouch in disappointment. “i’ve had a crush on you since— I don’t know, too long. you’re a tough woman to please, muñeca. i give you that”

“that’s only one time! how am i supposed to know that you weren’t just looking to hook up?”

“ay dios mio! if i wanted to just have sex with you, i would try to get closer with you during a party! which is… technically what i’m doing right now but— that’s not the point!” he groans, rubbing his hands all over his face in frustrations,

“you seriously didn’t notice the signs?!”

“those weren’t fucking signs, dumbass. try to do more than being subtle, why don’t you?!”

“well it’s hard when you keep dodging me and rolling your eyes everytime i talk to you!”

“how can i?! when you slept with like half of the sorority girls on campus?!”

“how many times do i have to tell you that what you hear is not true? i don’t know where you got that from but i can assure you that i haven’t fucked anyone in months! and the idea of hooking up with random girls doesn’t sound appealing to me! want some prove? ask my brothers about that, go on! or ask beck, he’ll tell you the truth. that man is prone to never lying”

you go quiet. face softening a little,

“wait… then what about the girls i saw you walking with after a party?”

“to walk them safely to their cars or their dorm room. that’s it” he explains, watching the surprised look on your face.

“now.. how do you see me?”

you feel terrible for believing all those rumors first before actually knowing it’s confirmed or not. you are taught to never ever judge a book by its cover and you just did,

fuck you’re a terrible person,

“oh..” you mutter softly. “shit—i’m so sorry miguel, I didn’t know”

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it”

“what? no! i was acting like a complete bitch! ugh fuuuuck” you whine, stomping your heel on the ground as miguel watches in amusement,

‘you’re adorable’ he wanted to say,

“i feel terrible—no, i am actually” you grumble, “how can i make it up to you?”

a bright smile spreads across his face. “allow me to get to know you throughout the night? no funny business i promise”

his eyes are glinting with hope when he looks at you, feeling nervous that you might reject him but he’s not letting you see that,

you mirror his expression, feeling your cheeks warm by his question. “miguel—i’d love to but… no offense, i kinda didn’t want to go to your party in the first place, i only went because gloria asked me to and uhm.. i don’t know if i wanted to stay, actually—it’s not because of you but mainly because my social battery had died even before i got here”

“we don’t have to stay—we can go out. we’ll pick a place and go or you can pick, i’m down with whatever”

with wide eyes, you reply “what?”

“yeah. there’s a good diner i always go to when i’m craving for a good burger or a shawarma truck down the street. they don’t have tables and everything but we can order and eat in my car.”

“unless you have better options, it’s cool” he adds

you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach but it’s hard not to when he’s being extremely… attentive?

my god, is this actually miguel o’hara? the man who’s painted to be heartless and a player?

“mig- this is your party. you can’t just leave” you softly laugh. “we can catch up another time, i hate to be—“

“it’s fine, muñeca. this party is good as it can be without me. besides” he reaches into his pocket to grab his keys,

“i’d like to spend time with you.. is that… okay?”

he’s being careful with his words, because he doesn’t want to scare you off or come off desperate. the last thing he needed was to have you feel repulsed by him,

you give him with a soft smile, looking up at his ruby eyes with your pretty doe ones and from then on, miguel is absolutely sure that he’s in. so fucking in that he knows there is no way out,

it’s not like he wants it any other way

“that’s okay”

-

i was going to make her super mean and bitchy but i figured i’d use that for some other time,

also please tell me this doesn’t sucked. i hate for this one to flop because i might start to fall in love with these pairings

feel free to send your ideas and thoughts about these two

(i might actually write one where they both meet the first time)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Mission Control 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Captain Hydra

Summary: a man marches into your life on a mission

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

That day, the bus is mostly empty. It's only you, an eldery couple, and the driver. The ebb and flow of traffic slows the wheels as the driver passes by vacant stops. You watch the pavement roll by between patches of grass. 

The dulcet ride lures you into a calm even as your pre-work nerves buzz. You hug your bag in your lap as the driver stops and the doors open to let in another passenger. The axel squeals as the vehicular behemoth pulls away from the curb. 

You continue to watch the city as the new rider strides between the seats. You sense their shadow loom closer and closer. You expect them to claim the empty seat across from yours. Instead, the sit right next to you. It's an odd choice given the few passengers aboard. 

You fidget and make yourself smaller. You turn your head straight as you try to see the stranger from the edge of your vision. They're big. Broad enough that their arm presses to yours even as you try to shrink into yourself. Tall too, his knees against the row in front of you. 

He sits rigidly beside you. Uneasy at his proximity, you fish into your side pocket and slide free your phone. You open it aimlessly, tapping habitually on the crossword app you play at work in the low times. 

The solutions elude you as your mind can't detach from the man crowding you into the window. Why can't he sit anywhere else? You look around at the unclaimed seats. He stays as he is, stiff, straight, unmoving. 

You close out of the came and lock your phone. You clasp your hand around the device as you hug your bag once more. Your other hand toys with the little pom pom that hangs from your zipper. 

The bright bus signs pass by. You're stop is coming up. Now is the awkward part. Getting the man to let you out. 

You pull the cord to signal your intent but he's already on his feet. You glance over and thank him softly, a brief glimpse at his face. A scar ripples from his hairline, through his temple and angles down his cheek to his jaw. His eyes are a bold blue and his nose finely cut despite the large blemish.  

He stands back as you grab your bag and sidle out. You go to the doors. He follows. 

Huh? 

He grips the yellow bar behind you, his large hand gripping as if he might crush the metal. You stare at his knuckles and the bus jerks to a stop. You nearly fall off your feet. The man catches you by your hip with his free hand. 

You set your feet and cough out another thanks. Embarrassed, you slap the doors and they open. You scurry off and the men once more trails after you. As you veer towards the mall, he waits until the bus takes off and crosses the street. With him, your suspicious leaves. 

You're frazzled as you enter work. You don't know why. You just... are. Something about that man sticks with you. Even if he never said a word, it felt like he was trying to tell you something. 

You clock in and try to shake it off. His face flashes in your mind. You can't place what seems so familiar about him. You would remember if you met him before. How could you forget? 

You go to the counter as Layton talks with a customer about the new seasonal blends. The tea shop has its peak times, especially as winter approaches, but it's one o clock on a Tuesday and that's never very busy anywhere. 

You greet the next customers. Two girls interested in the cold brew pots. You show them what you have and explain the store's points card. The buy a sampler and nothing else. Typical. 

Layton finishes at four. The traffic picks up once he's gone. You don't mind as it keeps the time moving. It peters out as the dinnertime rush fills the food court. You can hear the crowd from around the corner. 

You set to wiping down the counter and putting away the few stray canisters left out. As you turn back, you have to swallow down a shriek. You didn't hear the man over the mall's top hits playlist. 

You hesitate as your eyes meet. It's him. The man from the bus. You blink and press your lips together. 

"Hello, uh, how are you today?" You ask.  

He just stares. No answer. No sign he even heard you. 

He's in all black. Boots, jeans, cargo jacket. He stands like a soldier. You part your lips again, "are you looking for anything in particular? Today we have our apple crisp chai as the sample." 

He still doesn't react. Not more than his eyes falling to the nervous twiddle of your fingers on the counter. Your scalp prickles and your nape burns. If he keeps this up, you'll have to phone security. 

He raises his hand to reveal a familiar object. It's the fluffy pom pom from your bag. Your brows pop up, "oh? Thanks. It must have fallen off." 

You reach for it and your mind races. As nice as it is to return the key chain, you can't help but wonder. How did he know where to find you?

As you grasp the soft ball, his other hand comes up and snares your wrist. Your squeak and try to pull back. You're stuck in his grip.  

Your eyes round and flick up to meet his. His gaze bores into you and at last, his stony expression cracks. He smirks, the scar on the side of his face paling as the lines around his eyes deepen. He releases the keychain and grabs a fistful of your hair. 

"Ow!" You squeal and yank again.  

He rips your hair out at the roots and you exclaim again. Hets go of your arm and you hit the shelves behind you. He nods and spins on his heel, clutching the handful of your hair.  

You whimper and rub your head as your scalp burns. Your eyes water and your lip trembles. You just gape at the door. What just happened? 

[rottenaero]

Steve stares at the orange shorts Eddie was wearing.

It’s summer, and the kids had decided to have a Harrington house pool party, which of course meant wearing swim attire.

And Eddie had dressed for that, don’t get him wrong, but the pants were throwing him off.

One, because he doesn’t think he’s ever seen him wear orange before, or any warm color that wasn’t red, really. Didn’t think it’d ever touched his skin except for Steve’s yellow sweatshirt.

And two, because they were weirdly reminiscent of the color people wore in movies where they were behind bars, screaming for their one call.

And Steve didn’t have a filter, didn’t really care to have one, and since they were already sitting down all he need to do was nudge his foot against the guys side to catch his attention.

So he did.

The metalhead flicks down his sunglasses- Or, actually those may be Steve’s. Whatever, he flicks down the sunglasses with a brow raised.

“ Yeah, babe?”

Babe, because whatever they had was far more than friendship, or two older men acting like divorced parents to a group of children.

He lifts his hand, gestures to the pants. “ What’s with the prison shorts?” He asks.

Eddie blinks, glances down and smirks. “ Just broke out from there before this. Thought I told you.”

He tilts his head to the side. “ Oh really?”

“ Mhm-hm. A lot of pretty guys in there, hard to resist, but I held out. Knew I had something better.”

“ Shut up.” He rolls his eyes, and Eddie leans back into his chair shrugging. Then, because he’s a good boyfriend and knows he likes being all dramatic, and wants to see how long the bit will last, he questions him further, “ What were you in for?”

He sets the glasses over his forehead so they were out of the way, tugging on a strand of hair in-front of his face in thought. Finally, he grins.

“ Murdered people for rit-ualistic sacrifices.” The way he says ‘ritualistic’ is over exaggerated, but what about Eddie isn’t?

Steve gives him an unimpressed look. “ You’re not funny.”

“ No?”

“ No.”

Eddie shrugs, sets a leg over Steve’s lap. “ Worth a shot.”

Quick as a flash, the man’s arms clutch to his chest, and he’s rolling out of the chair making what seems to be dying noises.

Only, the chairs were set up by the edge, so without realizing it, after a roll or two he falls into the water.

There’s splashing, the desperate attempt to break through the surface before he finally grasps onto the edge and takes a big breath.

Steve can’t help the snort, and Eddie claps his hands together and points at him with an ‘ I told you so’ look. “ Ahah! So I am funny.” Steve rolls his eyes as the main hoists himself onto pavement, and crawls towards him.

“ Laugh for me, Stevie! Come on, again! Really let me revel in the fact that I proved King Steve wrong.” He’s got a wicked grin, and the jock can barely contain his own.

Finally, he’s weighed down, and he nudges the other man’s ankle with his foot. “ You’re a little funny. Mostly, you just look funny.”

Eddie whoops and cheers, shakes his imaginary pom-poms in the air. “ I’ll take it!” He leans down, smacks a kiss on his lips that’s really more teeth than lip, before lounging back down with his legs twisted between his.

Steve shakes his head, leans across the tangle of limbs to grab his sunglasses and slides them back on his nose.

[hcsiqs]

soooo like mayhaps kate x dancer reader? :D

| we both still young

• paring: kate martin x dancer!reader

• summary: head cannons of kate with a dancer gf

• warnings: none i think

• hope this is alright! - i’m not a dancer so if this is wrong im so sorry

she always brings you flowers after a performance

“You did so good baby!” the blonde smiles running over to you. You’re still dressed in your costume as you had just gotten off stage.

“Thank you!” you smile brightly while looking up at her towering over you. Your eyes then move down to the bouquet of your favorite flowers in her hands, “You didn’t have to you”

“Come on, you knew I was gonna,” she giggles handing them over to you, and you immediately inhale the familiar scent.

she loves the red lipstick that you have to wear

You placed a kiss on Kate’s cheek as the two of you walked to your car after Iowa’s game, but immediately realized that there was a bright red mark of your lips contrasting against her skin. “Oh my God! I forgot I had lipstick on!” you apologized attempting to rub off the stain. But Kate just kept pulling away, never allowing you to rub it off.

“No I like it,” she pulls her face away once more before using her hand to cover up the mark so you couldn’t try to wipe it off.

“Kate,” you say looking up at her as you lean your back against the door of the car.

Her hands then found your hips as she placed a kiss against your scarlet lips, the color transferring over to her own. “Everyone gets to know I’m yours”

she’s likes to sit and watch you practice anytime she gets the chance

loves watching how happy dancing makes you

she wishes that she didn’t have to be in the locker room during half time so that she could watch you perform

has snuck out early during to come watch you perform during halftime

“You looked really good performing tonight,” she whispered to you as her hand found its home on the small of your back.

“Thank y—wait! How did you see?” you connected the dots and stopped in your spot to look up at her. She just shrugged her shoulders and did the movement of zipping her lips, “Kate! Bludder is gonna have your ass!”

if you do ballet she is 1000% buying your shoes even if you tell her not to because they’re so expensive

“But you were saying how dead your shoes were!” the blonde exclaims trying to place the brand new pair in your hands.

“You didn’t need to buy me new ones. They’re expensive, I don’t want you spending your money on me,” you pouted, crossing your arms.

“But I wanna spend my money on stuff that makes you happy!”

so many photos of you in your iowa dance uniform and her in her basketball one

when you go to college dance nationals you just know she bought varsity tv and was watching it live

called you immediately when she found out the iowa dance team made it to semi finals for y’all’s jazz routine

loves watching you practice choreography in your guys apartment

will beg you to show her any solo you’re working on

thinks it’s so cool how how you can do like five turns in a row

you tried teaching her how to do turns but bbg did not understand the concept of spotting for the life of her

cried when you called her and told her you guys made it to finals for your pom routine

“Kate!” you exclaimed into the phone as she soon as she answered.

“What’s up baby?”

“We made it to finals in pom!” you cheered over the phone, your team erupting into cheers in the background.

“Holy shit! I’m so proud of you,” she beamed, tears forming in her eyes, “I’m literally tearing up”

“Shut up, no you’re not,” you denied shaking your head, even though she couldn’t see, but still had the biggest smile on your face.

“Yes I am!” she replied before snapping a picture and sending it to you.

made the entire team watch your finals performance and was cheering you on the entire time

was so sad when she couldn’t make it to florida to go to nationals with you

“I’ll just tell them I can’t play games during January!” the blonde shrugged plopping down on the couch after you had gotten a bid to nationals for all your routines.

“Baby I love you, but you can’t do that,” you shook your head laughing.

“But I wanna go!” she whined, her hands gripping your hips as you stood in front of her. “Disney together would be fun you can’t lie”

“Well if we make it to finals we probably wouldn’t have much time for Disney”

“When you make it,” she corrected.

all of your lyrical dances bring her to literal tears

when you took her to yours for the holidays she definitely made you show her all of your dance costumes from when you started until high school

shocked that you can do a chartwheel with no hands (an aerial) because she can’t even do one with hands

allie’s corner

i’m praying this is ok😭 im a cheerleader not dancer but if you want more dancer x kate i do have a wp book where the oc dances for the iowa dance team

[actually-well-written]

Zombies can't have pets? Let's change that.

Zed necrodopolis x reader (NSFW)

"A five, six seven, eight!" Shouts a small voice chants a cheer, echoing through the tunnels.

Trying to get away from the loud music and green smoking from the zombie party, which was held underground in a bunker, making it impossible to escape the noise. Yet (Y/n) was able to hear the voice and follow it through the path and soon became curious as to who was chatting.

Finally, she soon reaches a space in the bunker. A room that's small and cramped space with little natural light, as it is hidden underground, and instead was decorated with lights. A staircase leading out of the bunker stands in the middle of the room, the base covered with cardboard, somewhat resembling a stage.

(Y/n) Turns the corner and finds a little girl with green pigtails , waving around white pom-poms and chanting the same cheer your cousin Alison gave at Zed's first football game.

"That's really good." (Y/n) Smiles, walking closer.

The little girl gasps and stops. She quickly gets of the 'stage' and hides her pom-poms behind her dog plushie.

"I wasn't cheering!" She states, holding her hands behind her back as if she was just caught with a cookie jar.

(Y/n) Giggles, "it's ok. I won't tell a soul." She promises, pretending to sip her lips. "You must be Zoey. Zed's sister."

"I am. Are you (Y/n)?"

"The one and only. How'd you know?" She asks, sitting down on the 'stage'.

"Zed talks about you a lot. When he thinks I'm not around." She explains, sitting down next to her, dog plush in hand.

"Oh, yeah? What's he say?"

"That your really pretty." She combs her fingers through the dogs stuffed fur. "And you 'have a nice rack'? I don't know what that means." She deadpans.

(Y/n) Chocks in her own spit in surprise, "oh, that so?" She covers the bottom half of her face with her hand, resting her elbow on her knee. Blushing at both the fact Zed thinks something like that about her and the possibility he says more things like that about her.

"Do you like cheering?" She asks, trying to change the subject and calm her blush on her face.

"Yeah! I love cheer!" She smiles. "Your cousins good."

"She is isn't she?"

"Zoey?! What are you doing here?" Zed pops out from being the corner.

"Please. I'm not gonna miss a zombie mash." Zoey sasses.

Zed rolls his eyes playfully and leans on the wall, crossing his arms, "well, come on. The party is almost over and you need to go to bed."

"Oh, come on." She pouts, but then smirks, and starts clapping her hands and patting her lap. "Come on. Who's a good boy?"

Zed tenses as he looks over at (Y/n) nervously, afraid to act like a dog in front of his crush. (Y/n) Only Raises an eyebrow in confusion as Zed looks around the room in embarrassment. He sighs and quietly lets out a bark, his arms still crossed.

"Zed?" Zoey asked confused at why her older brother suddenly doesn't want to participate in their inside joke.

(Y/n), now somewhat understanding what's happening, starting patting her lap as well. "Come on, Zed! Be a good boy for Zoey." She giggles.

Zed's eyes widen in shock, and he blushes at the fact (Y/n) just called him a good boy. Even if he was aware it was a joke.

Zed shakes his head, but his blush doesn't go away, so he carries on with the act. Panting and hanging his hands under his chin. He barks and woofs, making his way to Zoey and kneeling down.

She pats his head and shakes his 'paw'. "Good boy." She praises.

"Yeah. What a good boy~" (Y/n) teases. Smirking at the now even redier zombie before her.

Zed clears his throat, "uh-Zoey? G-go find Eliza. She'll take you home." His voice just as flushed as his face.

Zoey nods, getting up and taking her pom-poms and her plushie. She runs off back down the tunnel back to the party.

"Bye, Zoey!" (Y/n) Shouts. "She's cute kid."

"Yeah. Um, thanks?" Zed stands back up, (Y/n) following.

"What was that about?" She asks, giggling.

Zed scratches the back of his neck, "just something I do to cheer her up. She wants a dog."

"Why can't she have one?"

Zed raises his eyebrows confusion at the question, "cause Zombies can't have one?"

"What?! That's so messed up!"

"You didn't know?"

She shakes her head, "Zed if I never meet you I would still believe all the propaganda they show us humans."

"Right, propaganda. I know that word." He rambles, the last bit of his blush finally fading.

"Well, what about you?"

"Me?"

"What would you like to have as a pet?"

"Oh, when I was younger I wanted a bunny."

"Oh." And that's when it hit her. And idea. A fun idea. "A bunny?"

Zed chuckles, "yeah, yeah. A football player likes cute little animals. What can I say, I'm not following a stereotype."

"Do you have anything important tomorrow?"

"Huh?"

"In your classes?"

Zed smirks and crosses his arms, "are you suggesting we play hookie?"

(Y/n) Playfully scoffs, "nooo, I was simply going to ask if you would meet me in the zombie safe zone we meet in during lunch."

"What for?"

She shrugs, "find out~"

"Um, ok?"

(Y/n) Smiles and kisses his cheek. "Alright, see you tomorrow!" She waves good bye and runs back the same way as Zoey.

Zed places his hand over the kiss and smiles. What is she planning? He thought.

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"(Y/n)? Are you here?" Zed whisper-yells, as he closes the hatch door of the zombie safe room.

Suddenly a pair of arms comes out from behind the shelves of emergency supplies and wraps around Zed's waist.

"Hi!" (Y/n) Smiles into Zed's up, looking up at him.

Zed flinches at first, but then smiles. "Oh, hey."

She lets go of him and sits down on the stall.

"Soo? What's up?"

She giggles and takes her hair from her shoulder. Playing with the ends of it, she twists it around her finger. She pops her mouth and reaches into her bag, which Zed hadn't noticed was there.

She takes something out and hides it behind her back, "come here."

"...I'm.. nervous." He jokes, in a nervous laugh.

"Don't be nervous. Come on."

"Why?"

She playfully rolls her eyes, "don't worry so much. Come on." She stitches her tone into a baby voice, one that a person uses with their dog. "Come on, Zed. Be a good boy. Come here~"

Zed blushes, the embarrassment and arousal of the praise getting to him again. He places his bag on the floor and slowly walks towards to shorter girl. "Y-yes?"

"Kneel down."

He places his knees on the ground and looks up at her in confusion. "What are you-" without realizing it, she finishes placing something around his neck and adjusts it. "Wha-IS THIS A COLLAR?!?!" He asks, turning a bright red.

(Y/n) Smiles innocently and then places a white bunny ear headband on her head.

"What-what is happening?!" Zed asks, his voice cracking.

"Look I know it's weird and I shouldn't be thinking like this, but-" she blushes and slowly knees down next the Zed. She bites her lip and whispers, "so you wanna do a roleplay with me?"

"....yes...... please..." Zed whispers back, his blush reaching his ears.

She smiles and blushes as well, "o-okay! Well, um it's simple. You're my good boy, "she gently tugs on the collar, "and I'm your good bunny girl." She points to her bunny ears. "Got it?"

He gulps and nods to the floor, "hehe, no one told me high school would be like this." He jokes.

She giggles, "ok, well. Anything you want to say? Any rules?"

"Um, no. I don't think? Just say red if, you know, wanna stop."

She nods, "same to you."

He nods.

They both sit in silence, Zed staring down at the floor and (Y/n) staring at him. The hallways outside the door loud with students walking through it.

"Did you want me to start or-" she asks quietly.

"Oh, right. Sorry." Zed takes a deep breath and places his hands on her back, pushing her gently towards him. Kissing her softly.

She places her hands on the sides of his face, slowly rubbing his cheek with her thumb. The kiss quickly becoming a passionate make out.

Zed rubs her back up and down and places the palm of his other hand on the back of her head, his long fingers accidentally knocking the headband off.

(Y/n) Pulls the kiss apart and giggles against his lips. "Careful there, sir~" She teases, placing the headband back in her head.

"Sir? I thought I was you're good boy?" Zed teases back, kissing a trail down her jaw.

"Ptff, you haven't done anything good yet." She pants, placing her hand on his head.

"Oh, yeah? What do I need to do then bunny? How can I be a good boy?" He asks, moving to her neck.

(Y/n) blushes at the sudden confidence, but quickly calms herself, and pulls his hair, slightly pushing his head back and away from her neck.

"Stand up." She demands.

He obeys, standing back on his feet. "And?" He asks, (Y/n) still kneeling down.

She hums, pretending to think. Quietly she takes off her shirt. Zed covers his eyes. "...what are you doing?"

"Oh, right. Sorry." He chuckles, taking his hands off his eyes. "Nice rack." He smirks.

"So I've heard." She giggles. Crawling over to his legs she takes off his belt.

"Um-"

"It's ok." She gently unzips his fly and unbuttons his pants. "I know what I'm doing. Just relax." She takes off his pants and his boxers. His member sprong out and hit her on her face. "Wow.....big." she mumbles out.

"Uh, thanks?" He gasps out. "Is-is it gonna fit in your-"

She cuts him off by placing kisses along the sides of his shaft. Once she texted the base she started licking around it.

Zed covers his mouth and watches with widen eyes and a flushes face.

She smirks up at him and takes it into her mouth. "Hmm, it's tastes pretty sweet." She mumbles out.

He shuts his eyes and roughly grabs a patch of her hair for support. She giggles at his flustered-ness and bops her head.

"Wait. Wait. Wait."

She halts for a moment, "already?"

"No-I-I need to sneeze."

"....are you serious-"

Zed covers his mouth with his arm and sneezes three times. "sorry. Did I ruin the moment?"

"...yeah." she playfully rolls her eyes. "It's ok, I can keep going-"

"No, it's fine." He pushes her head back and gets back on the ground. He grabs her wrists and pins her to the floor. "I wanna use my bunny girl now." He states in a low growl.

(Y/n) gulps, pulling against his strength, but fails. "I-I have a con-"

"It probably wouldn't fit anyways."

"Cocky, much?"

He laughs, and rolls his eyes. He slowly puts a hand up her skirt, moving her panties to the side, fingers dipping through her folds.

(Y/n) let out a moan as he rubs through her slick. “All this and I've barely touched you, bunny?” He teases, now lining up his cock and he slowly sinks into her soaking heat.

“Fuckkk.” Zed groans out, one hand gripping her hip and moves his other to hold her hand tightly for support. He begins to thrust in and out of her at an agonizing pace. She closes her eyes tight and uses her other hand to wrap around his neck.

“Fuck, Zed, fuck me.” she moan, hips slapping into his own with each harsh thrust

"Am I your good boy, bunny?” He asks, still relentlessly pounding into you.

"So good, you fuck me so good, Zed.” she praise him, rubbing her hand up and down his neck as her climax straying to build up.

"Better than any human?"

"Way better. And bigger." She giggles, her moans interrupting. "Just-pull out, ok?"

"Yeah, got it."

"Am I a good bunny?"

"Best bunny. Best fucking bunny."

He pulls his hand from hers, dipping it down to circle her clit. Her orgasm washing over as he continues to pound.

"Lord, now I need to sneeze." She pants out.

He laughs as his hips stutter and he’s pulling out, pumping his cock a few times before his white ropes shoot across her legs.

Zed exhales and lays down on top of her, slightly squishing her, but she doesn't say anything. She wraps her arms around him and they both lay in the silence.

"....now what?" He asks.

"...um, we go to class, I guess." She shrugs.

"......after that?!?" He asks, raising his head to look at you in bewilderment.

[seros-girl]

lacrosse and cheer- hanta sero x f!reader

summary: in a quirkless AU, hanta sero and our dear reader find themselves in a fake relationship to ward off exes (toru hagakure & juzo honenuki). maybe they’ll fall in love?

authors note: okay this has been BREWING for the past couple of weeks and i’ve finalized the plot and everything. weekly updates, our lovely class 1A will be aged up to 3rd years, class 1B appreciation alright, reader is part of the dekusquad.

chapter 3: football game disasters

SEPTEMBER

you led the UA school cheer as the crowd waited for the football players to come on out. today’s opening game was against ketsubutsu academy high school. as the cheer ended the football players came out and the crowd cheered.

you caught a glimpse of the todoroki’s and you smiled at shoto. you saw his brother, toya todoroki, throw his arm around his shoulders and talk to him in hushed whispers. you saw shoto shake his head no and toya huffed out and sat next to him with a scowl on his face.

you giggled at the brotherly interaction and averted your eyes to find hanta. you spotted him with your classmates as he cheered with them. “THAT’S MY GIRL!!” izuku yelled out and you turned to ochaco with a big smile. eijiro quickly came over to give mina a kiss and then he was off to start the game.

“hey” you heard and you turned around to see hanta leaning against the railing. you walked over to him and smiled up at him. “came to give you a quick kiss” he hummed as he leaned down to press his lips against yours. you heard a loud groan and turned towards where it came from.

toya todoroki had let out the groan and sat back in his seat, arms crossed like a child. “she’s taken” he grumbled and you were able to catch that. you giggled at toya and shoto only smiled at you.

the game started and you turned to stand with your cheerleaders. miss kayama stood off watching the game with poms of her own in her hands. she sometimes liked to join in with you guys doing the cheers.

she was UA alumni after all. mr. yamada was commentating the game as coach toshinori stood off watching the game and his players intently. coach joke stood off with her players as she watched the game intently as well. why was she named coach joke? you never understood that but whatever works for ketsubutsu.

you and the cheerleaders pumped the crowd up as UA high scored a touchdown thanks to sen kaibara. by halftime the score was 25-20 with UA high leading the win so far. you and the cheerleaders performed your halftime show along with miss kayama of course.

mina and yuga lifted you up as your position was a flyer. you balanced yourself as you smiled and waved at the crowd. they threw you into the air and you did a twirl as they caught you. the crowd cheered upon seeing that until you heard arguing behind you.

“i just need to talk to her man!” you heard and turned to see eijiro, mezo, and katsuki holding off juzo. what the heck, you thought. you turned to look at hanta as the crowd died down to listen to the argument. “what do you simply need to talk to her about man?” katsuki hissed as he extended an arm at your direction.

hanta was able to get onto the field as he pushed you slightly behind him protecting you from juzo. “maybe if you all let me i can get my head in the game. just. let. me. talk. to. her” he hissed at katsuki and eijiro let him go.

he reached you and hanta as you held onto hanta’s hand. “may i speak to her?” he asks politely. i say politely because he really did ask nicely, juzo honenuki was not mean. “hm i dont think you can” hanta said and you looked up at him confused.

“dude please” juzo pleaded as he locked eyes with you. “as her boyfriend i am telling you no” hanta said sternly and you walked out from behind him. “i didnt know you controlled who im allowed to talk to” you scoffed crossing your arms.

“dont you think its a little weird to talk to your ex boyfriend while me, your current boyfriend, is standing here?” he asks as he bends down slightly to meet your eyes. “you have nothing to worry about hanta” you said as you stared into his eyes.

“it’ll be quick dont worry” you assured as he stood up straighter and gave juzo a look. you looked up at juzo and subtly nodded your head to the side to get him to walk with you. “whats up?” you asked nervously looking up at him and then looking down at the turf.

“why was it so sudden?” he asks and you look up. you’ve felt so bad this whole time. you could’ve done things better. all you said to him that day was “were over” and walked off to your moms car. what a bitchy move on your part. “i just wanted to leave as fast as i could” you admitted and looked down at your shoes.

“i could’ve done it better and im sorry i really am” you said looking into his eyes with tears in your own. “i honestly think about that day. how much of a bitch i looked like” you chuckled slightly wiping a tear away before it fell down your face. he lets a small chuckle out too.

“i need to give it a bit more time before i tell you my reasoning but i truly am sorry juzo” you said looking up at him and smiling. “one more thing i kind of caught onto it” he started and he leaned in closer to make sure you two heard it. “just a hunch but this whole thing with hanta is fake right?” he whispers and your eyes widened.

“h-how?” you said in shock as he only shrugged his shoulders. “dont worry i’ll keep it a secret” he whispers and you nod. “hug?” you offered and he nodded leaning in and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“friends?” you asked and he nodded confirming that is what he wanted as well. “okay thats enough hands off my girlfriend” hanta said as he slightly pushed juzo off of you. “hanta thats not nice” you hissed at him and juzo only looked at him.

“nah dont worry y/n” he started as he locked eyes with hanta. “i already know your guys’ little secret” he said as he took in hanta’s reaction. “consider your choice of words and actions carefully man or things might slip out with both classes, up to you man” juzo said as he leaned closer to hanta.

juzo walked off with his head clearly in the game and you stared at hanta. “did you tell him?” he asks as his jaw clenched from anger. you immediately shook your head no. “he told me he caught on but he’ll keep it a secret” you said as you looked up at him.

he pulled you in and planted a sweet kiss on your lips as the second half of the game started. “im gonna go back to the others alright?” he says and you nod turning your head to get another kiss.

what a football game, you thought. UA high ended up winning 56-38. you did the last cheer to close out the game. miss kayama and coach toshinori wanted a group picture will the players and cheerleaders. you smiled as you stood inbetween eijiro and mezo and smiled at the camera.

hanta stood off to the side watching you with the biggest smile on his face. “everyone say plus ultra” coach toshinori said as you all cheered out a plus ultra. you were all dismissed to head back to the dorms and you made your way to hanta, who already had your cheer bag with him.

“ready?” he says as you nod and grab his hand and start the walk back to the dorms. “im in need of a shower” you said giggling as hanta helped pull out the bow and ponytail from your hair. “better?” he asks ruffling it out and your scalp instantly thanked you.

“much better” you sighed out in relief. “goodnight y/n” juzo said as he walked into the 3B dorms. “night juzo!” you called out and he saluted you playfully. “buddy buddy with juzo now?” hanta smirked at you and you gave him a light shove as you walked into the 3A dorms.

“not so fast” he grips your wrist as you both stood in the common room. it was dark and most of your classmates had gone to bed already. he pulled you in and cupped your face. he leaned down to give you a kiss and as much as you would’ve accepted it, you couldn’t.

you turned your head to the side and looked down. “im sorry” you whisper and look up at hanta. “did i do something wrong?” he asks and you shook your head no indicating everything was fine. “im just tired” you lied and he only nodded.

he picked up your bag again and walked the both of you over to the elevator. you looked up at hanta as the elevator doors closed and he pressed floor 5. fuck it, you thought and grabbed him by the collar of his sweatshirt to kiss him. he placed his hands on your waist as he backed you up against the wall of the elevator.

you put your arms around his neck and played with the hair tie that holds his hair in a half up half down. you jumped up and he caught you holding you up against the wall and with this new angle you could kiss him properly.

the elevator dinged and you immediately pull away. you blush as hanta puts you down. he smirks down at you and grabs your bag. he doesnt say anything on the walk to your dorm as you trailed behind him in utter shock at your actions.

he leans against your door blocking you from entering. “already falling for me?” he smirks as he gives you the bag. you snatch it from his hands and place it on your shoulder. “heat of the moment” you shrug and he moves to let you open your door.

“you know where my dorm is princess rubbers” he smirks and you roll your eyes. “goodnight” he says placing a kiss on your head and walking away.

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“i really thought you and juzo were gonna fight it out on the turf!” denki said loudly as we all waited on mr. yamada for english. you sat with izuku, ochaco, shoto, momo, and tenya as you all discussed the events from over the weekend.

“toru was talking shit” ochaco said as she rolled her eyes. momo looked at ochaco with wide eyes. “such vulgar language ochaco” tenya said and shoto looked unamused. “what its the truth” ochaco shrugs and izuku chuckles and smiles at her.

“about what?” you asked and you turned back to look at toru who was in conversation with mashirao. she took him back? “about you” ochaco said as she leaned in for a mini huddle. you all took the hint and leaned in to listen.

“she was saying how you are going to end up cheating on hanta apparently to get back with juzo and then she was saying she speculates something is already going on between you and sho. all in all she’s essentially calling you a slut” ochaco said in a hushed whisper and you looked at shoto.

“sho and i are just best friends” you smile at him and he gives a half hearted smile and curtly nods. “dont worry toru needs to watch her back” you said shaking your head as you look back at her sending her a glare.

you hated being in a sort of argument with her. you two were inseparable. maybe after all of this the two of you can make up. you’d talk to her later about all of this.

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you stormed into hanta’s dorm and slammed it shut. you looked up to see him shirtless and immediately turn away. “its alright to look you know that right?” he says as he throws his shirt off into the dirty hamper. “so came back for what i said the other night?” he smirks and you can tell he’s teasing.

“fortunately i dont have a rubber on me” you smile at him sarcastically and drop it. “just needed to hide” you muttered as you moved to his hammock. “from?” he asks concerned. “mina” you answer as you kick off your shoes and lay down.

“why is that?” he continues as he sits in the chair next to the hammock and stares at you. “she’s asking too many questions about this” you say waving your hands in the air signaling the both of you.

“like?” he pesters and you sigh loudly. “sex hanta!” you exclaim and his face is frozen in shock. “she thinks this has been a thing since the summer” you continue and sigh. hanta sits there staring at the floor. “you can tell her we’ve done it” he says looking at you.

“the thing is” you start and run your hand through your hair. “okay im going to put it out there, im a virgin” you say and get red instantly upon seeing his reaction. “okay” he says gesturing for you to continue.

“if i tell her that she’ll make it into this whole thing and buy me a stupid cake that’ll say something probably stupid like “ma cherry has been popped” when it clearly hasnt hanta!” you say trying to get your point across.

you stare at him and you ask a question you probably shouldnt have asked. you didnt want to know the answer. “have you had sex hanta?” you ask and he looks up at you. he nods his head and you look down at your hands.

“it was one girl” he starts and you look at him briefly before focusing your eyes on your hands. “it wasnt toru” he says putting it out there and you instantly relax at that. “it was a girl from a different course class i think it was class c or d i can’t remember” he says trying to recall.

“i dont talk to her anymore and it was at a party. one night only” he confirms and you nod. “does that bother you?” he asks and you immediately shake your head no.

“hanta a question” you say and play with your hands again. “possible answer” he says and you go for it. “why do you kiss me when were alone?” you ask and he leans back in the chair. he ponders over his answer and the one he comes out with isnt one you want to hear.

“it helps me get into the act more” he says and you can only nod. “how long is this going to go on for?” you ask quietly and he sits in the chair silent. “whenever you want to call it off” he replies back and you nod.

you move to get up and gather your shoes. “nice talk” you mutter as you made your way to the door. “hey are we good?” he asks before you can leave. “mhm” you reply and walk out of his room.

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you locked yourself in your room for the past 3 hours. you had showered, changed, and read a few chapters from your book. a knock on your door rips you away from your trance.

you move to open it and see shoto. “hi” you smile at him and he gives you a small one back. “come out please” he says and you nod. you closed your door and walked down with shoto. “i feel like we havent hung out much” shoto admits and your heart sinks.

“im sorry sho i really am” you said looking up at him and interlinking your arm with his as you leaned your head onto his arm. “i’ll try and be a better best friend i promise” you smile and he gives you one back.

you walk into the common room together laughing at something you had said. you look up and see hanta, katsuki, denki, mina, and eijiro on the couch. hanta is spread out as he’s engaged in a conversation with denki.

“hello half and half” katsuki grumbled out and gave shoto a playful look. hanta turned around to see and his eyes landed on yours and shoto’s interlocked arms. “cmon ochaco’s waiting for us” shoto mumbled beginning to drag you with him.

you see hanta’s face drop and he turns around ignoring you. “hold on sho” you stop him and walk over to hanta. you kiss him on the head and he seems to ignore you. you sigh and mutter out a “bye babe” as you walk over to shoto and walk out trailing behind him.

“you and hanta are faking it right?” shoto asks and it catches you off guard. “dont worry i wont tell” he smirks down at you and you nod eagerly. “it was to back off toru and juzo” you mutter admitting it. “i figured” he replies and continues walking.

“i can tell what you feel for him is real though” he says still leading the way and you blush. “what no” you try playing it off but you know shoto isnt dumb. “if i were you i’d confess to him, he seems to reciprocate those feelings back even if you dont notice it yourself” he said and you think back to all those times spent alone.

“i think i want to drag this out just a little longer and then confess” you decide and shoto only nods. “do what you think is right” he says as you guys finally find the group and notice its a picnic that izuku and ochaco set up for all of you. as you sat eating with your friends all you could think about was one thing.

hanta sero is whipped for you too.

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[kokofromwattpad]

Hi Hi! This is my first time doing an ask but I just wanted to give someone an Idea I just got about the dorm leaders with their s/o who got bunny ears and a cute little tail (Ik bunnies have longer tails but the pom pom tails are so adorable) because of a fail potion in Chem class.

PS: I believe cats are overrated its bunny's turn!

-M. Ibelle

BUNNY TRANSFORMATION TIME

Featuring: The dorm leaders

Plot: A failed potion caused the prefect to grow bunny-like features. How does their dorm leader boyfriend react to this?

Cw: established relationship, dorm leaders (separate)x reader, GN!reader, Floyd

A/N:As I write this, I am listening to Malleus's humming bit from book 7 on a one hour loop. Here it is if you don't know what I am talking about.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

Riddle was confused but excited when he heard that you would be coming to visit him at his dorm after school. He had prepared everything and made sure that everyone in his dorm had something to do before you had arrived. And thank the sevens he did. He was busy drinking some new tea in the dorm's longue when the door opened and slammed shut. He turned to lecture who ever did that, but stopped when he saw you with your school blazer over your head. "What ever may be the problem darling?" he soothingly questions. You grabbed his wrist and dragged all the way into his bedroom. Once you closed and locked the door, you pulled your school blazer off your head. Immediately, a pair of tall bunny ears sprung up. Riddle was astounded at what he was seeing. You noticed his face and you suddenly started to feel embarrassed. You quickly turned on your heel and tried to unlock the door, which only showed off your cotton tail. Riddle grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his comforting embrace. "Tell me. How did this happen?" he inquired as he gently rubbed circles into the palms of your hands. You explained to him how Ace had accidently bumped into a cauldron filled with today's potionology assignment and caused you to grow bunny like features. Riddle swore to collar Ace as a punishment and let you stay in his bedroom until the effects of the potion wore off.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

Not did you just grow bunny ears and a tail, you also developed bunny survival instincts. And your instincts were always screaming at you to stay as far as possible from your lion beastman boyfriend, Leona. Your clingy lover took obvious note of this and to say the least he was quite pissed of from your sudden negligence. You were hiding out in your bedroom at Ramshackle, just waiting for the affects of the potion to wear off, when one of your long ears flopped upwards from a sudden sound downstairs. You hid under the duvet cover as a stomping sound got closer and closer. When the door slammed open, with Leona standing with his hands on his hips, he could tell that something was not right. He came to tall mountain that lied in the middle of the bed and ripped the duvet off your shaking body. Your ears threw themselves up in terror. Just as you were about to book it out of the room, Leona grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you back onto the bed, but this time in his arms. He started to rub soothing circles into your hips, trying to calm you down, and luckily, it worked. Your ears feel down, back to normal, and you cuddled your self into Leona's protective embrace.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

Azul could tell that something was not right when he clocked into the Mostro lounge that day. Their was a loud, continuous scream coming from the V.I.P room, which Azul immediately went to investigate, as he recognized that it was yours. He pushed the wooden door open to see that Floyd was tugging on one of your bunny-turned ears, while Jade was chuckling to himself while drinking some unknown tea. Azul yelled in a surprised voice, "What the hell is going on here?!" Floyd flicked his head up to his friend's voice, letting go of your ear in the process. "Shrimpy turned into a sea bunny! Aren't they cute?" he screeched out. "I don't care! The both of you get out now!" Jade placed his teacup down with a sigh and Floyd begrudgingly let your floppy ear down. Once the twins left the room, Azul was speedy to come over to you and fix whatever Floyd had messed up while he was teasing you. Once he was down smoothing down your hair, he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and told you that you could stay with him until the potion wears off.

KALIM AL-ASIM:

Kalim only got the news about what happened to you after school hours had ended. But once he did hear, he barreled off without telling Jamil to Ramshackle so that he could comfort you in whatever way he could. Since he knew that you were going to be to spooked to make dinner for yourself, he quickly went to Sam's shop and brought instant ramen for him and you. Once he was on Ramshackle's creaky doorstep, he rang the bell and you slowly opened the door to see who was there. When you saw your boyfriends smiling face, your ears jumped up with glee as you opened the door for bright boyfriend. After you curiously peeked what was in the bag, you speedily went and turned the kettle on. While you were busy preparing the food, Kalim was asking any and all questions he had about how you transformed, how long it will take until you turn back and how it feels to have those new appendages.

VIL SCHOENHEIT:

Vil was busy walking to his next class when his phone buzzed to life from a notification. His eyebrow rose as he dug his phone out of his pocket while walking. He tapped on the notification which lead to your contact. He smiled a bit before looking at your message. It read:

Potato (Complimentary):

VIL THERE IS AN EMERGENCY

PLEASE COME TO RAMSHACKLE RIGHT NOW

Vil's heart raced a bit by your desperate messages. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and ran to inform his subject professor of where he will be. After that, he took off to Ramshackle as quickly as he could. Once he made it to the door of your bedroom, he knocked twice before opening the door for himself. You sat up in your bed with a panicked look on your face. Your newly acquired ears were down flopped down sadly. Vil rushed to your side and sat on your bed with a concerned look on his face. You were quick as to explain how you obtained the bunny features. Your boyfriend gathered your hands in his and brought it to his lips and gave them soft but swift kiss. "I'll keep you company until the affects of this potion wears off, but in the mean time lets give you a nice bath" Vil suggests.

IDIA SHROUD:

Idia was busy grinding on some game that you didn't know the name of, when you abruptly threw yourself in his room. The flamed haired boy jumped with a start in his gaming chair as he turned around to see who barged into his room only to see a blurred figure run and throw themselves on his bed. His eyes widened at the intruder, only for them to soften when he saw your hooded body lay haphazardly on his bed. He sighed loudly at you while swerving his chair back to face his screen. "You could have knocked ya know" Idia mumbles. "Shut the hell up and look at me and then tell me that I needed to knock!" you yell back while yanking the hood of your jacket back. Your long floppy ears sprung out and fell down the sides of your face. Idia turned to look at you but when he saw the new appendages attached to your head, he cupped his cheeks in happiness and squealed like a little girl and jumped from his chair onto his bed next to you. "Please please please let me tough your bunny ears!" he begged. Sweat dripped down your forehead from your boyfriend's sudden eagerness. Slowly, you nodded your head, which made your ears swing forehead, making Idia squeal even more. Gently, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger on your long ear. "Do you know if you can do this with cat ears?" Idia asks with a wide smile.

MALLEUS DRACONIA:

The dragon fae was standing outside of Ramshackle's gate in the middle of the night for his and yours nightly walk. He had an extremely worried expression painted on his face. You have been avoiding him the whole day for reasons that he did not know. He thought that you finally realized that he was not worth your time. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door of your dorm shut close. He snapped his head in your direction only to see a tall pair of rabbit ears enter in line of sight. "Sorry for making you wait. I hope you don't mind the ears." you apologize. Malleus smiles tiredly at your words. He was honestly just happy that you didn't want to leave him. Malleus gently held your hand in his as he dragged your lighter body onto your usual path for the two of yours path. "I think that your new characteristics are quite adorable." he teases. You sigh from his words as you keep up with your boyfriend's quick steps. "Would you be able to get rid of them?" you ask the tall fae. Malleus smiles down on you as he says, "Of course I can darling! But I think you look quite adorable with those floppy ears of yours, so maybe you should keep them for a while."

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[mrs-dr-reid]

Letters Addressed to the Fire

(A Gale Dekarios Fic)

Pairing: Gale Dekarios x Female!Tav!Reader

Summary: Tav finds the letter Gale wrote for her in case he used the Orb, and he walks in on her reading it

Genre: Angsty af, but then fluff because ouch

Warnings: Direct transcripts of The Letter used (iykyk), crying, discussions of death/self-sacrifice, Gale being a human Jane Austen novel, un-beta’d (in the words of my discord friend, Pom, “no beta we die like hubris filled wizards” 😂)

A/N: Yep. I’m writing for Baldur’s Gate now. I got this idea from the comment section on a TikTok, and my masochist of a writer brain immediately started formulating this, so I apologize in advance for any feels you feel due to this fic

Word Count: 1255

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Who would have guessed that a simple page of parchment could derail an entire day’s worth of plans so quickly?

Tav had finally settled into a routine in Waterdeep with her beloved and his tressym, and decided she would get some chores done while Gale was out running errands. Summit fever kicked in, and she cleaned the kitchen, the living room, and their shared bedroom before making her way to the library to tidy things up a little bit.

She was organizing some papers that were strewn about on Gale’s desk when she came across a tri-folded piece of parchment with her name written on it in what she recognized as Gale’s handwriting despite it looking rather rushed. Tav’s eyebrows furrowed, and she sat on the edge of the desk before unfolding the parchment and beginning to read:

“My love,

Firstly - forgive the scrawled nature of this note. My handwriting is no match for the netherbrain’s tremors. Or perhaps my hands shake of their own accord. At this juncture, it is difficult to tell.”

Tav’s breath caught in her throat when she saw the word “netherbrain”, because it told her exactly when Gale had written this letter, and she was suddenly terrified of what she might read next. Nevertheless, her morbid curiosity got the better of her, and her eyes continued to flit down the page:

“Do not misunderstand me - I am not afraid to die. But I am afraid of what I might leave behind me. That my sacrifice might hurt you so that your life becomes an echo of my own, your chest corrupted by heartache as mine once was by the orb.

I hope and pray it is not the case - that in the time since I left you, you have lived a life full of beauty, happiness, and wonder. That is what I will picture when the time comes. Only you. You were all I ever needed.”

It was as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over her and stabbed her through the heart with a flaming sword simultaneously as Tav digested the script she held in her hands. Gale had planned to use the Orb to defeat the Netherbrain? He had fully intended to lay his life down for the survival of the group? For her? He hadn’t, that was abundantly clear as she was currently awaiting his arrival home from town, but why else would he have written this letter? Tav clutched the parchment tighter in her hands as she read on:

“You are calling to me - I have truly run out of time. But you will not - that I promise. When this is over, your life begins anew. Treasure it, as I treasured you. That is all I ask.

Yours forever,

Gale”

Tav didn’t realize she was crying until two teardrops dampened the parchment next to Gale’s signature, and by then it was too late to stop the river of tears streaming down her face, so she simply clutched the letter to her chest and let her emotions take over. She was vaguely aware of someone calling her name from somewhere else in the tower, but she was too swept up in her feelings to acknowledge it.

Gale came striding into the library while saying, “Ah, there you are, Darling! No wonder you weren’t answering me. Have you been cleaning this whole time…?”, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the state Tav was in. His cheerfulness instantly melted into concern, and he said, “Darling, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Did something happen?”, while walking over to her.

Tav held up the letter, and Gale’s face paled within milliseconds of registering what it was. Tav sniffled, then said, “Were you ever going to tell me about this?”, her voice breaking on the last word as more tears threatened to burst forth. Gale hung his head with a sigh, and Tav choked back a sob when he muttered, “I thought I’d burned that,” sorrow and shame lacing every syllable.

Gale scrubbed a hand down his face and let out another long sigh before he said, “You’re smart enough to know what that letter meant so I won’t mince words: Yes, I was going to use the Orb and sacrifice myself to defeat the Netherbrain. But I realized something; it would have been exactly what Mystra wanted, and I didn’t give a rat’s arse about impressing her anymore,” making Tav furrow her eyebrows at his harsh words towards his former goddess.

He stepped closer to her, and took her hand in his while saying, “Since the minute you pulled me out of that rock, you’ve seen all of me for who I truly am. To you, I’m not The Wizard of Waterdeep, Mystra’s Chosen; I’m just Gale Dekarios. And that’s all I care about being now. You changed my life for the better, Tav, so it was only fair that I live it to the fullest and not cut it short in a reckless act of self-sacrifice. I love you more than I could ever express in words alone, and I’m truly sorry you found that letter without me being here to explain myself,” his eyes starting to glisten with emotion.

Tav cupped his face in her hand, then said, “I love you, too, Gale. And I’m sorry for sticking my nose into your personal matters even if it was for cleaning purposes,” earning a small chuckle from Gale before he pressed a kiss to her forehead. Tav let out a content sigh, then started giggling to herself. Gale shot her an amused look, then said, “What’s so funny, My Love?”, so Tav said, “I came in here to clean, and now I’m crying all over your desk,” through her giggles while wiping the tears from her cheeks.

Gale chuckled and said, “I suppose that is a humorous situation, even if the circumstances are less so,” before peppering kisses all over Tav’s face, making her squeal and thump his chest playfully. She looked him in his eyes and said, “Can you promise me that you won’t keep things like this from me ever again?”, so Gale put her hand to his chest where the Orb once was, then said, “You have my word, Darling,” his thumb rubbing over the back of her hand comfortingly.

Tav smiled at him, then said, “Thank you. I have other things I need to do, but honestly, I’d much rather just eat and go to bed and leave them for a later time,” which made a snort escape Gale before he replied, “I certainly can’t blame you for that. Shall we?”, and offered his arm to her. She accepted it, and the two of them exited the library together, but not before Gale took the letter from her and set it on fire with a flick of his wrist.

He said, “For now and forevermore, I choose you. Until I draw my last breath, you will always be my first choice,” and pressed a kiss to the back of Tav’s hand, making her giggle before replying, “And I will always choose you, My Love,” and stroking his cheek affectionately.

The two of them spent the rest of the evening indulging in a home-cooked meal and basking in the glow of their new life together, and as they fell into an easy conversation brought about by Tav mentioning they received a handful of letters from their former adventuring companions, it brought about an unspoken promise of undying devotion and love.

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[nburkhardt]

Whooooo wants another silly with Steve as a little shit fic?

The idea comes when Eddie rushes out of his house to go to band practice. It makes him smile at the plan forming in his head and the excitement and gasps he’ll get tomorrow.

The next morning is spent making sure the bags are packed and that he’s wearing his basketball jacket to complete the look.

He’s giddy with excitement as he drives to school, putting one backpack on his shoulder and carrying the other once he’s parked. Walking towards the school with a smirk in place. There’s already gasps and whispers as he enters through the doors. He casually makes his way towards a row of lockers, the opposite side of his own and leans against one and knocking on the open one next to it.

“Man, it’s not even eig- Stevie!” Eddie slams his locker shut and beams at him.

His smirk fades into a smile, “Hi lovely” he whispers mostly due to the other students clearly spying on them, “You forgot this yesterday”

Eddie looks confused and he lifts up the bag, “your backpack?”

He hears more gasps and poor attempts at whispering, there’s even sounds of a book dropping. It brings him joy, making him wiggle the backpack again. “Don’t play dumb, Teddy-baby, you know this is yours”

That time he doesn’t whisper, he’s actually a little loud.

Eddie’s eyes widen and his eyes flicker around them before settling back on him, an unsaid question on his face.

It softens when it’s answered by a nod, “yeah, yeah you’re right. My backpack, you got yours?”

Steve so happy that they’re actually learning to communicate while silent, he smiles back and stands straighter to turn away. Showing off the backpack. He looked in the mirror before leaving the house, it is a big contrast to his letterman jacket. What makes it even better is, since the straps are loosen and long, his name is visible over the top.

“Ye-yep, looking perfect, Sunshine boy.” It comes out pitchy and Eddie clears his throat shaking his head before throwing his arms around him, “always, sweet boy”

Steve brightens and looping his arms around him, keeping him close and loving not only the warm of the hug but also the gasps and loud gossiping around them. That brings him joy at the chaos. Eddie seems to enjoy it too by the laughter coming from him.

“Of all the ways to reveal our relationship, honey”

It brings Steve to a blush, he tightens his arms around Eddie and turns his head to press a kiss to his cheek, enjoying the blush that creeps up.

“Thought it would be fun, let everyone know who belongs to me”

~

The edible I took is definitely hitting because this isn’t make much sense anymore but it’s SILLY AND SHORT.

Facts ya don’t need but I’m now thinking about: Steve and Eddie have only been dating for a few weeks when pulls this. It’s also a modern au because I don’t wanna think about the 80s. They still in high school and Steve is wearing Eddie’s backpack that he painted on. There’s the hellfire logo, because he’s obsessed with it. There’s also pins and patches all over it, even a ice cream cone and sailor hat, along with cheer pom-poms (am I spelling that correctly? Idk) ANYWAY. Steve’s backpack is a basic blue, with some doodles from Eddie and Robin. Because of course Robin is there, she’s Steve’s platonic soulmate.

It’s also inspired by my brand new loungefly I got 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Under the cut with the tag list 🫡

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @i-less-than-three-you @grimmfitzz @strangersteddierthings

THE BACKPACK! Clearly not what I’m talking about Steve wearing but it’s glorious and perfect.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Hey love!<3

So I was wondering if you could write something with Will Miller? I’m currently in my Triple Frontier era and I would loveeee to read some fluffy Valentine’s Day blurb about him.

Thank you so much and have a great day<33

Real Love, Baby.

will miller x female reader

warnings - one curse word

valentines masterlist. inbox. masterlist.

You wake up to rocks being thrown at your window.

You’re half convinced you’re dreaming, so you turn back over in bed, willing yourself to fall back asleep. When the noise continues, you march over, throwing back the curtains with fury.

“Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

You open your window, chuckling as you shake your head.

“Aren’t I the one that’s supposed to say that? You know, because I’m up high?”

Will laughs, and the sound carries through the air like a feather in the breeze, right up to you.

“Shit. My bad!”

You sit down on the windowsill, looking down at the man whose hair is glinting golden in the light of the sunrise.

“What are you up to, Will?”

“I’m recreating our first Valentine’s Day, baby!”

You grin at him, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you remember.”

“Remember? Honey, it was one of the best days of my life.”

You smile softly, silently wondering how you got quite so lucky.

“Okay, come on. For real now. Let’s recreate it.”

“You sure you remember your lines, William?”

“You’ll correct me if I don’t,” he winks, taking a step back to get into position. “Okay, ready? Action!”

You transport yourself mentally back to that morning all those years ago. You were both seventeen, naive kids with big dreams and even bigger feelings for each other.

“What are you doing here, Will? It’s six thirty in the morning on a Sunday.”

“I just couldn’t wait. I had to tell you - it’s now or never.”

You smile, remembering him saying those exact words, before you realise that you’ve broken character. He gestures at you to carry on, fighting a grin off his face.

“Tell me what?” you continue, back on track.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been since the fourth grade, when you leant me a pencil with a pink pom pom on the end. Maybe you don’t love me back, and that’s okay, but it is Valentine’s, so I just thought - what better day than today?”

You fight back tears suddenly, trying to process the fact that he remembers exactly what he said to you, even after so long. Inhaling deeply, you try to keep going.

“Did you have to tell me this so early? You couldn’t have waited until, like, nine or something?”

He laughs, full bodied and genuine, just like he did back then. He hasn’t changed a bit.

“I told you - I needed to tell you before I lost my courage.”

“I’m gonna go off script for a minute here, Will! This is the moment I climbed out of my window, but I’ll break my neck if I try that now. Give me one minute to come down. Hold on!”

You run down the stairs, still in your pyjamas, and out of the front door, where Will is waiting patiently for you.

“Hey Will?”

He looks at you expectantly, big blue eyes sparkling and warm.

“I love you too. I have since the fourth grade, when you bought a pencil with a blue pom pom on the end so we could be matching.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and dips you like you’re in a movie, before pressing his lips to yours. He tastes like peppermint, just like he did back then, and the kiss takes you right back to the first time.

He places you back on your feet as you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Do you think they’d believe us?” you whisper. “If we told those seventeen year old kids that we’re married now?”

“Of course they would,” he replies, kissing you again. “I always knew I’d marry you. There was no question about it.”

You lean in and rest your forehead against his, the familiar warmth of his skin a welcome comfort.

“Thank God for your six thirty am courage, huh?”

Will laughs, deep and full of love.

“Valentine’s Day, baby. Some sort of magic in the air. Then, and now.”

You press a kiss to his rosy lips softly.

“Now, who’s gonna play the role of my mom coming outside and offering you pancakes and coffee?”

“What was it she said she saw us?”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Finally.”

“Finally.”

[ageless-aislynn]

So, what all am I working on? So glad you asked!*

*I know you didn't but making lists helps me to feel organized. 😉

Writing (active)

"15 Minutes" chapter 12 and "Recreation" chapter 5 are both in various stages of work. "15 Minutes" has about the first third of the chapter written, while "Recreation" won't actually be written until I've done a bit more on "15 Minutes" in total because I want to make sure they line up together. However, I'm doing a lot of thinking about what I want to include, so Kai and her Reader have definitely not been forgotten! I'll be going through and doing a total read-through of both of them soon, with notes to make sure that any thread I left dangling will get properly snipped and closed by the end. Hopefully. Swiss cheese brain is making this harder. But I persevere, frens!

John, patiently waiting for another long-promised chapter to magically appear. 😉

Writing (passive)

That Noble Team "Choose Your Own Spartan Adventure" idea just will NOT let me give up on it. But right now I'm just leaving it in the percolating stage and hopefully once "15 Minutes" and "Recreation" are concluded, I can give it a try. 🤷‍♀️

"Fluffy Vannak fic" is in the same boat, honestly. I've tried to give up on it so many times but it manages to wiggle back into my "to-do" pile over and over again, lol! I guess I just want to give the big guy some happiness, what can I say?

"Guardian Angel" and "The Price" over in my Flash WIPs are still here as well, patiently waiting for their turn with my single remaining brain cell. That brain cell is very tired but doesn't want to give up on any of them. *shakes pom-poms of encouragement* Go, Single Remaining Brain Cell, go!

Vidding

I have a pile of vid ideas now in progress and that makes me so happy! I wish I was being more efficient and just moving 'em all along, assembly style, so that I have this lovely constant flow of finished vids showing up but... Well, said Single Remaining Brain Cell mentioned above enjoys running over, jumping on the big Vidding Carousel and just randomly riding around on different horses, happily shouting, "YAYYYYYY!" so I can't bring myself to deny her those simple pleasures, lol!

(One of my favorite moments in Detroit: Become Human, d'aww)

Anyway, what's in progress is:

A Mass Effect Andromeda vid that I'd love to get done in time for Mass Effect Andromeda Appreciation Week (Jan 27 - Feb 2) I wasn't able to make anything for this past N7 day in November so I'd love to get this done to take part in this! The focus, naturally, is...

Um, Mr Vidal? Actually this vid isn't about you and Sara. Or you and Scott. Or, errr, you at all. Sorry.

Sara is stunned into buffering forever at that. 😉

No, frens, this vid is about...

My terrible driving, lol! I'm not sure if I'll get it done in time but I'ma try!

UPDATE: Surprisingly enough, I did get my vid done and it wasn't about the Nomad like I thought it would be. It's for my Bestest Turian Girl, Vetra!

"Not A Crush" is here for your Mass Effect: Andromeda appreciation viewing pleasure! 🤗😉

A Halo the series vid, focused on the Marines, requested by @threshergm that's about half done

A vid for 68 Whiskey, requested by @threshergm, focused on Rosa Alvarez (Cristina Rodlo who is Talia Perez in Halo), about a third done

A Dead Rising vid for mah man Frank West, giving me problems with the song, unfortunately. This is an idea I've wanted to do for a long while but the song is just NOT letting me cut it like I'd like to (and I don't want to not edit it down). So I'll just have to keep working on it.

And there we have it! The Official What Ais Is Working On Right Now list! 🥳

I'm also making this list in order to hopefully give my Single Remaining Brain Cell a tiny bit of serotonin, in the hopes of keeping her going.

Go, Brain Cell, you can do it!!! 😂😉

Love you all, friends. I hope you're doing well. 🤗💖