#i_am_wildcat x mini ladd

[poly-bus]

MiniCat : Apocalyptic Drabble

Genre: Fluff (Might be some strong stuff/gore in here)

AU: Apocalyptic AU

Time: 30 minutes, boys

This is a teaser drabble of a series I’m going to be starting up ;)

Pretty much, the thing you read below is a teaser for Mini’s character, but the actual drabble/scene under the keep reading line is one day before that~! You’ll understand later.

Enjoy.

~Podz

The scuffle of his shoes smacking on the pavement had the attention of his captors.

Their chained zombies were released from their caged within seconds from the push of a button.

He had to get out of there fast.

1 Day Earlier:

Craig grinned at his partners, the group that had rescued him a year earlier from starvation.

He’d been able to trust this group of wild maniacs, even after being abandoned by his first group.

If not for Smitty, he could have been the youngest there, sitting at a brandished 23 years old.

The Canadian had watched his own group get eaten alive, luckily Craig and his new group had hopped in the compound to save his sorry ass.

The gravel of broken down and battered brick crunched beneath his combat boots.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t shocked when the group had given him a sack of supplies to start off with.

Craig’s eyes darted through the group, slightly stumbling on a larger chunk of brick and gripping tight on Tyler’s sleeve to keep stable.

The man glanced at him, unimpressed of course, before glancing to their leader.

“Evan, how much farther?”

Their Canadian leader simply nodded toward the last building on the street, “That one, then we’ll head back.”

They used to crack jokes, used to make fun of rotting flesh and broken zombie jaws.

But they’d lost Evan’s boyfriend to a horde shortly after rescuing the youngest of their group.

Tyler almost lost his arm, a swollen claw mark scarring over tattered, rough skin.

Apparently it was only the bite, that was the only thing that turned you.

Otherwise, Tyler was just a fucking superhero.

A snarl on his left alerted the group, Craig snapping his face to the approaching noise.

A child with fuming saliva dibbling down her chin and blood coating her tattered teddy bear and ripped dress.

Craig moved to step away, unable to bring his gun up or even swing his dagger at her head.

He wouldn’t- couldn’t do it, it’s a little girl.

His back knocked against Tyler’s vest, the other bringing an arm safely around Craig’s waist as he drew his gun up.

The few kids they had rescued the same day as Smitty, crowded behind Tyler, Marcel and Scot keeping them together.

They murmured frightfully and the two Canadians, Smit and Ev, scouted the area and waited for Tyler to shoot, prepared to kill off unwanted visitors and snapping jaws.

The gun barrel gently pressed against the girl’s forehead as she neared closer, Craig melted against his front to get farther from the tiny vicious child zombie.

The bullet had wiped her brains out on the pavement in seconds, blood splattered the front of Craig’s t-shirt and he trembled against the taller male.

“Not human, Craig. It’s dead.”

They kept moving, Craig sticking close to the taller American’s shoulder, nearly bumping into him on occasions.

The older simply ignored him, flashing him questioning glances the closer they got to the building.

Craig attempted to hide his fear, his unguarded side really.

He should be stronger, he was a man for fuck’s sake!

Although, he had every right to be as pussy as a toddler in this shit world.

“Here, we take what we can find and leave before dark,” Evan instructed, pointing at the other Canadian, “Stick close to me, the rest of you in pairs.”

Tyler headed towards Marcel, holding out a glock before turning and smirking at the young Brit.

“You and Me, we’ll take the kids with us.”

Craig gulped nervously and nodded, glancing at the 5 children they’d rescued after Smit.

“We’re taking all 5 with us? What if something happens?”

Tyler hummed and nodded, “Marcel and Scotty.”

They hummed before gathering their gear and leading the kids inside.

As they followed Smit and Evan up the stairs, the rest of their group branched off downstairs in search of resources.

“This is an office building, why would there be supplies for us in here?”

Craig’s voice was quiet but he attempted to converse with the other American.

A few of the kids trembled in front of him, two girls holding hands in an attempt to comfort one another.

They did save half an orphanage from burning to the ground....

He noticed a lone boy, attempting to seek for comfort while trying not to invade on the other’s space.

“Hey, kid, what’s your name?”

The boy stopped and glanced at Craig, halfway up the stairs.

Craig held out his free hand, “Come on, kid.”

He hopped up and gratefully took hold of the Brit’s hand, allowing Craig to lead him up the rest of the steps to join the others.

The building was majorly empty, an infestation had occurred there but someone had already cleared it all out before they’d arrived.

Tyler glanced at Craig, eyes trailing to the small boy before a smile crept onto his face.

“You good with kids I take it,” his eyes rose to meet with Craig’s own.

The Brit offered a small smile, “Not really. Never had younger siblings and I’ve never gotten married so...”

Tyler shrugged, “Happens to the best of us,” before winking.

Craig grinned, “Fuck you, yeh?”

The American shrugged, clearing out a room and checking each zombie’s dead body before waving Craig and the bundle of kids over.

As they entered, he pulled the zombies into the large hallway, “Clear that room of supplies into your knapsacks, kiddies, make yourselves useful.”

The girls trembled in a corner for a moment before one sighed and led the younger looking one to a desk.

They rummaged through the drawers and pulled several pencils, pens, snack foods, paper, and more from them.

Each item was carefully stuffed into their small bags.

The boys were next, searching through any cabinet, wardrobe, and table.

Craig pulled out his pistol, letting his rifle hang behind him from hsi strap, and scoped out the room and hall.

He had to make sure nothing would kill the kids, otherwise he might as well jump off the roof right now.

His American crush briefly stepped through the door, lowering Craig’s weapon a bit before a hand moved up against his cheek.

Without a word’s notice, their lips were together for a mere second before the air once again wavered in his face.

Craig gaped at the other as they winked and moved back to the hallway to watch the pile of bodies.

Did that just happen?

[arajung16]

HELP (again)

CURRENTLY SEARCHING FOR A VERY CUTE AND FLUFF AND OVERALL AMAZING YET KINDA SHORT FIC ON MINICAT

So, the AU is about Tyler (Wildcat) being a time traveler/can travel through time (specifically, the past) and Craig/Mini as a man who practically never dies and they keep meeting every time Tyler time travels to the past

When Tyler was bored one school summer he decided to go to the past, and met Craig and promised him he'd find him again and they'd meet again.And when he had an assignment and travelled to the past and met Craig yet again, and for the next times. And when Craig told Tyler his name (Craig Thompson) Tyler went searching for him of course, and when he did he found pics of craig in World War II I believe and he travels back there and Mini gives him his necklace and that's basically all I remember. I think the title was "All the time in the world". Anyways I REALLY wanna read it again! It was so sweet and full of fluff and aaaaaa I just wanna read it again. Thanks again to anyone who finds it! It's a great read I recommend it to ya guys.

[whyamiwhat]

I’M SORRY BUT I GET EASILY TRIGGERED

Tyler is 6′5 and Craig, has addmitted to, being 5′11 (6′ at max). The human head is around 5 inches, therefor Craig is about maybe a little over a head shorter than Tyler (his face level with his chest), giving them the cute struggle of height difference. (In stories or fan art Tyler would need to bend down to kiss him and Craig on his tippy-toes doesn’t help him out much either XD) Tyler’s eyes are a light blue (not blue and green), Craig’s are a dark green (Not amber, brown, blue, or gray). Tyler is not blonde, nor is Craig. Tyler has brown hair and always has. Craig’s has been ginger, orange-ish brown, pink, and brown with red/orange tints (in the sunlight/when wet, it happens to me and many other people).

Tyler’s ‘color’ is blue, not pink. (I mean, I get the whole ‘pig’ thing, and this is more of an opinion, I guess? It is quite obvious that it’s blue, though.)

[poly-bus]

MiniCat : Two Seats, Please?

Welp. This is just a short oneshot I made. Not from any submitted prompts, just from an idea from Admin Poly because I wasn't interested in the few prompts we have left. So enjoy?

By M (If you want, you can send this blog a prompt for me to do, as I do H20vanoss and Minicat. You just gotta put "For Mod M")

"Dude-"

"No-"

"But-"

"It's not I swear!"

Brian stared at his friend beside a bed, as said friend was digging in his closet for some clothes.

He huffed and walked closer to the closet, eyeing the clothes on the closet rack judgingly.

"Are you sure?"

Craig stopped to give him an annoyed glare before continuing his search.

Moments later he pulled out a blue and black flannel shirt and flung it on his bed before turning back and searching for something else to go with it.

"That's one of your best shirts," Brian pointed out with a monotone voice as it flew past him.

"You're sure dressing nice for the movie, that's 'not a date'."

Craig silently pawed through more clothing.

Brian gave a sly smile and walked closer, before reaching over and grabbing a pair of jeans, pulling them out, and whispering into his friend's ear.

"Is it because you're going with your crush~?"

Brian was chased out of the room by a very agitated Mini holding the jeans Brian picked out.

He laughed as the door was slammed in his face.

"It's a date you fuck! Can't deny it!"

------

Dressed? Check. Blanket? Check. Snacks? Check. Anxiety? Yep.

Craig was anxiously pacing his floor to oblivion as he waited for his ride to arrive.

He would of drove himself, but why bring two cars when you can hang in one?

He almost didn't hear his front door being knocked. Luckily he did, and opened it to greet Tyler.

He was dressed in a nice shirt and jeans like Craig himself.

"Ready?" Tyler asked as he walked inside.

Craig nodded and they traveled to Tyler's car, getting in.

"What movie was it again?" Craig asked.

Tyler shrugged.

"Either a classic Disney movie or maybe like a horror movie I'm guessing, not sure. I didn't check."

"Oh, okay."

Tyler started the car, and started driving.

------

"No way," Craig groaned as they drove to a good spot to watch the movie and say what was loaded up,"Titanic!?"

Tyler started chuckling.

"I'm just as surprised as you. But we're not leaving. I paid $15 for us to see whatever shit came on."

He swiftly found a spot up close for them to sit on the grass without cars blocking their view.

The got out and laid out the blanket Craig had brought. They showered bags upon bags of food on the fabric and plopped down.

They happily chatted and started munching on food until the sun met the horizon and the movie started.

The small lot in the theater dotted with a dozen and a half cars with couples or groups of friends.

------

They couldn't stop giggling at each other quietly commentating the movie.

One of them would comment, and they would giggle before quickly shushing themselves, not wanting to disturb the other people.

What they didn't realize was that everyone around them was enjoying watching the two have great fun.

When the movie got to it's famous painting scene, they playfully covered each others eyes before snickering and continuing watching and eating more snacks.

When the ship got hit by the iceberg, they both did a fake gasp of shock and once again, burst into giggles.

At that point the other viewers weren't even paying attention to the movie, but to them.

They watched as they laughed and commentated, obliviously getting closer, and oblivious to the watchers.

It was getting towards the end of the movie when they were basically leaning into each other, in their own little world.

The crowd watched as the inaudible whispered, getting closer.

As the movie showed the necklace being dropped, they muttered things to each other, and Tyler had gently brought their faces together into a kiss.

One cheer, two cheers, and then the whole field was filled with people cheering and whistling.

Them, thinking the cheering was because of the movie, continued, and only separated to breath.

Then, surprising the crowd, they resumed, crowd in slight shock as they kissed.

One had even silently taken a picture when things escalated a little and Tyler had accidentally leaned to far and had made Craig fall and be pinned to the ground.

They didn't notice until they took a break to catch their breaths and saw handfuls of people staring at them with huge grins.

Embarrassed, Tyler waved them off as Craig laughed and started picking up the trash around them.

/\/\/\/\/\

"Brock give me my fucking money!" Brian had yelled into his phone.

"Wait why- Oh wait- THEY DIDN'T."

"Oh they did! Now where's my $20!"

(I didn’t think it was possible, but my good friend completed the car movie challenge I sent ‘em. I’m so proud of you for this adorable fluff, ohmygawd. -Mod P)

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MiniCat : Fangs

A vampire au I randomly thought of and had to do it and holy shit prepare one's self for this cuz I going ham on it. Will contain light gore.

By M

The beating of shoes on pavement and exhausted panting were the only things heard on the empty city streets as everyone slept.

A man was bolting down the sidewalk, running as fast as he could, sweat running down his face like a waterfall.

He suddenly swerved and dove into an alleyway, until he suddenly stopped in terror to see it was a dead end.

The man leaned over, gulping air, as he listened for footsteps. Maybe it was because he was breathing so loudly, but the man could not hear any.

He stood there, leaning over and catching his breath for a minute, before he decided to stand up straight and make sure no one was walking his way.

But alas, as he stopped panting and lifted his chest upright, he was grabbed and shoved painfully into the wall behind him.

His mind fuzzy from his head hitting bricks, he weakly groaned and tried to walk away from the wall.

Instead, strong and incredibly cold hands grabbed his shoulders, and the man was shoved back onto the wall.

Luckily his head didn't hit the wall, and his senses had returned. He looked at his attacker and saw it to be the same person he was running from not long ago.

Terror, colder than the hands pinning him, ran throughout his body as he became paralyzed with fear.

The man watched as his attacker got closer to him, and emitted a deep chuckle.

"Nice try running, after kicking me," was stated.

"Unfortunately, you would have had to do a lot more to make me lose me dinner."

The man started trembling.

"D-dinner?" he stuttered. "You're sick!"

"No, just a vampire."

The man would of pissed himself if his bladder weren't empty.

He watched, whimpering, accepting that he was going to die, as the vampire moved towards his neck.

Suddenly, the vampire halted. It leaned away from him, and sniffed the air. The vampire turned towards the street and started growling.

It stopped after a few seconds, and the vampire turned its attention back to that​ man;

but instead of resuming what it had been doing, the man howled out in pain as the vampire expertly and as fast as a viper moved its legs and pinned his own, snapping the bone.

The man dropped pitifully as the vampire walked towards the street, and another man appeared.

The vampire started growling again, but stopped as soon as the other man also started to growl.

It was another vampire, and the man gripping his broken leg was as shocked as the vampire who broke it.

"You're not from here," the taller vampire of the two, the one who hunted the man stated.

"And you're very stupid," replied the newcomer.

He started to growl, but was cut off by a hand being held up.

"Do you know why?"

Again, a growl, and the hand was put up again.

"First off all, the guy could of started screaming, alerting people. Second, he could of called for help while he caught his breath. Third, you're letting him live as we speak, and if he survives, he can alert everyone of us existing."

The taller vampire started chuckling.

"I know what I'm doing, I've been killing like this since I was turned,"he said.

"Besides, why the hell were you watching me? I'm not sharing him, if that's what your wanting."

There was a snort of amusement as a reply.

"I was passing through, caught your scent. Decided to follow it. Glad I did too; Someone really needs to teach you how to kill better."

The tall vampire growled.

"If you think you're so good, kill him how you think he should be killed."

The sassy vampire grinned, fangs catching the moonlight and blinding the man for a heartbeat.

"I'm not taking your kill, sweetheart. I will make a deal with you however. I'll teach you a few things, if you can't impress me. Deal?"

"What kind of deal is that?" the tall vampire replied. "It's unfair, because I bet I'd impress you in less than a minute!"

"Okay. If I'm impressed, I'll leave. If not, you come with me, and won't leave me until I've taught you to correctly kill."

"Deal."

The man couldn't believe what was happening.

He was sitting in an alley, holding his broken leg, starting to go unconscious from shock, as he watched two vampires flirt.

He was starting to wonder if he had already passed about and was dreaming, but the pain in his leg said otherwise.

So he watched as the tall vampire walked towards him.

The tall vampire lifted the man by his throat and held him to the wall again.

Then, he leaned in and effortlessly ripped the throat out of the man like it was meat on a piece of fried chicken.

He quickly drank some of the blood spilling out, then coated his hand in the dark blood.

He let the body drop and looked at the wall the man was against. The tall vampire started drawing on the wall.

When he was done, the vampire stepped away and started licking the blood off his hand.

The moonlight caught the blood and made it look like ink. On the wall was a sketch of a man, the man who's blood had just been spilt.

The sassy vampire was standing, mouth agape, as he watched the fellow vamp clean his hand.

His mouth and throat, along with the collar of his shirt was stained red.

His hand was to were the blood had been lapped up.

He pushed his glasses back in his face as the other vampire looked to him and smiled, his hand half cleaned.

"Impressed?" He asked, his eyes half-lidded and shining from the moonlight, his tongue flicking out and tracing one of his bloody fingers.

"I am impressed," he replied. "I guess I'll leave you now."

As he turned around and started to the street, he was suddenly stopped by strong arms wrapping around his shoulders, and he was pulled to the other vampire's body, where it felt warm to him.

"Actually, I want to learn a little from you, and just hang. It's been a while since I've seen another vamp. Besides, you're pretty and your scent's nice."

There was no way the vampire could say no.

So, they walked out of the alley and down the sidewalk, the mess forgotten.

It was obvious the sassy vampire had been charmed by the tall one, and the tall one charmed by the other's sentences and fangs.

"Name's Craig," the sassy vampire said.

"Tyler," the tall one replied.

Craig had wondered why Tyler smelled so sweet. That's why he first decided to follow him in the first place.

Now, he realized as he walked, that he read in a book before that everyone has a soulmate, and if both are or have became vampires, their scents smelled sweeter than the finest blood to each other.

Soulmates. Craig like that, and he smiled, as his soulmate and him walked down the sidewalk, the moon shining down, as if approving them finding each other.

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O15

O15: MiniCat - Mate, Date Me!

Hope you enjoy your random selection!! :)

Room Mates In Love Prompt: We drink similar coffee, enjoy snacks together, and play the same games with the same friends. Let’s go on a date, okay? See ya at 10 tomorrow morning, roomie.

“Tyler, we need more coffee creamer.”

“‘Kay. It’s on the grocery list. Anything else?”

Craig looked over the pantry in thought, checking through the snack bins and looking over the shelves. “Good. Pocky maybe? Cheese Nips? We need more Lunchables-”

“All but Lunchables. Those are hella expensive, man. We aren’t kids anymore, Craig.”

“Add it.”

Tyler sighed, “Alright, fine, you spoiled brat.”

“Fortnite? The new game that Delirious keeps talking about is going on sale at GameStop today. 25% off. I’ll pay for it.”

“Okay, 2 copies?”

“Nope, make it 4. Evan and Nogla should try the game out too.”

“Got Ya.”

Tyler watched Craig rummage through the fridge. He leaned back against the counter and glanced over the list.

Both of them added similar things, cheese crackers, lunch snacks, coffee creamer flavors of similar variety by the same brand, sandwich ingredients they both liked, and even soda flavors.

“Hey, Craig?”

“Yup, Ty?”

“Date me.”

Craig went silent, glancing over his shoulder to check if Tyler was grinning. No, he was frowning and he had a serious look in his eyes.

“I know, she recently left you but don’t you think that joke has gone too far-”

“No, really. We’re literally the best-est of friends, Craig. We both love caramel, we absolutely love junk food, we love the same kinds of games, and we literally have the same friends.”

“That just makes us best friends, Tyler.” Craig was frowning now too, but instead, his eyes held a sort of sadness in them.

Tyler couldn’t understand why. “I don’t care. Try it with me. We can experience it together. Tomorrow, in the morning when we both wake up, let’s go have a date to a breakfast cafe. I know just the place.”

Craig seemed to think it over. He smiled softly then sighed, “Alright, but you’re paying. I’m already paying for the groceries.”

“Deal.” Tyler smiled.

Craig turned to him and closed the fridge, “Might as well add milk and eggs and bread to the list. I might cook us up something to eat for breakfast instead and we can go to that place you know and just drink coffee.”

“Sounds like a date to me.”

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MiniCat - Extra Curricular  Activities

High School AU: Craig just wants to join his favorite things, okay? It’s not weird for him to want to join Cheerleading! but his parents fear he’s becoming gay for one of the majestic, athletic kids across the street; Tyler of the WildCats!

Craig’s parents fear he might be gay... The boy won’t join his best friend Tyler in football, baseball, or basketball! Instead, he wants to join swimming, track, bowling, and CHEERLEADING!

They tried to tell him what the other kids would think of Craig, but the boy didn’t care. What added to the parent’s fear was the memory of little 6-year-old Craig climbing into one of Mommy’s lengthy dresses for dancing and trying on her high heels.

Therefore, the couple tried guiding their son into more manly sports, other than swimming and track. Little did they know that half of Craig’s squad would be absorbed with those activities as well.

Jonathan called him the first day of school, early in the morning. “Jonathan, what the fuck? It’s 6 in the god damn morning, you mother fucker!” Craig groaned in the phone.

“Tyler’s over here, you bitch! Come meet us in thirty! We’re doing the routine from last year! Oh, call up Nogla and his boy!”

Craig giggled despite his sleepy mind, waving thanks to his mother as she fled his room quietly. “Okay, okay. Bye, you bitches.”

Jonathan giggled and hung up, leaving  Craig to his delightful thoughts about maybe joining a sport with Tyler. After deciding not to, he got dressed and brushed his teeth.

“Someone called you again, sweetie.” His mother called from downstairs as he pulled on a black beanie.

“Kay..” He called back, grabbing his bag and physical application packet before heading down the stairs as fast as possible.

“Time check, kiddo.” His dad responded as he reached the stairs.

“It’s almost 6:30.”

“Yep. Don’t forget, me and your mom are goin’ outta town this afternoon, bring Tyler over for the usual. Make sure you bring along Jonathan too, good kid, he likes Rex right? Should be able to take care of him while we are gone and you’re with Tyler and his family.”

Craig nodded and headed out the door, running to Jonathan’s house quickly after waving bye to his parents with a sigh.

As expected, his cell rung a few times and he answered it. “Hey, mother fuckers!” Craig grinned at the voice laughing on the opposite end.

“Hey, bitch! You here yet?”

“Just started heading, fuck you!” Craig laughed, slowing to a walk as he spotted Jonathan’s house in the distance.

“Hey, we picked up some Starbucks for you while we were waiting. Nogla and Lui are here, so is Evan and Marcel.”

“Where's Scotty and Smitty?”

“Smitty is sick, that son of a bitch is lucky.” Jonathan giggled.

“Luke’s got an extra bedroom, right? Tyler and I wanna skip his family trip by the way and stay over there.”

“It’s already booked, my man! Evan and Marcel are planning to stay over. I mean, I can probably move them into my room and have Scotty and Lui stay with Luke.”

A protest was heard on the other line before Craig sighed, “Let’s figure this out when I get inside.”

Before Jonathan could respond,  Craig knocked. The man chuckled and fled downstairs, the gaggle of idiots following him closely. The door swung open and Craig was greeted with a group hug.

A certain man lingered however, after the group had fled back upstairs, Tyler kept him close and snuggled into his neck, “Hey man.”

“Heh, hey Ty, what’s up?”

“Dunno. But you’re really fucking warm and cozy, dude.”

Craig giggled again, “Thanks, my hoodie is so fucking fluffy and amazing.”

“Hey, it’s my hoodie!”

Craig stiffled his laughter at the annoyed but fond expression on Tyler’s face, “Hell yeah it is.”

“You two lovers comin’ up here to discuss plans or what?!”

“Sure sure, you psychotic prick!” Craig called, kissing Tyler’s cheek affectionately before running upstairs.

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Omega Verse - MiniCat

You guys seem to really like MiniCat so here we go, the first drabbles of prompts I found on this Tumblr right here: http://rockinrpmemes.tumblr.com/post/119136379661/abo-starters-send-one-for-my-muses-reaction

-By the way, I’m doing omega verse drabbles for as many pairings from the banana bus squad as I can XD I’m not doing just one for each pairing, but multiple drabbles on the same post.

Prompt used: 25-: “Do you really think all omegas want to be fucked by you? Sorry to break it to you, but you can fuck off.”

Craig was used to his heat at this point. He didn’t want to take the little rainbow colored pills for male omegas, but he literally had no other choice.

He didn’t want to be fucked by another male, Craig wasn’t attracted to guys. He wasn’t sure if he was attracted to girls either. The boy barely had time outside his career and jobs to find a lover.

However, you couldn’t necessarily blame him when he and his best friend, Tyler, shared a room for a convention to meet their fans. He watched the man peel a shirt from his torso with great interest. He felt like his heat was trying to talk to him but he was on those stupid pills.

“What’s up, Craig? Don’t tell me your Omega is trying to get something from me.”

Craig snorted and glared harshly at him, “Just wondering what the fuck you’re doing, prick.”

Tyler held his hands up defensively, “Right, right. Sorry, forgot the little Omega hates his role in society. I’m going to take a shower, okay? If you need an-”

Craig butt in, “I don’t need to be protected, asshole. I’m on suppressants.”

Tyler smirked, “Uh huh. The one who never wants to be fucked and claimed got it.”

The alpha was rewarded with a glare that could cut off his hands if he dared to touch Craig. He chuckled, “Okay, okay, I get it.”

Craig’s response came quick,

“Fuck off.”

Next Prompt: 45-: “Please, protect me while I’m in heat. I’m not ready to be claimed.”

This 4th of July was meant to be a blast, but for Craig, it became hell on Earth. He woke up in the morning, the 3rd day of the month, with his heat rousing in his gut.

The heat left him sweating under the bedding. He didn’t know why or how it started so suddenly, but all he knew was he was practically surrounded by his obvious alpha friends. They were in the rooms just to the left and right of him.

He didn’t know what to do until a soft knocking came on his door from an exhausted male. But it was an alpha, Craig could smell their scent drifting beneath the door.

“Y-Yes?” Craig’ voice was barely confident, the world spinning around him as he tried to get up from the bed sheets.

“Craig? Are you... um... okay?”

Craig expected him to ask an obvious question like, are you an omega or are you on your heat or some other stupid bullshit like that.

“Uh huh! D-Don’t mind me.” Craig groaned and shoved his face in his pillow at how pathetic his voice sounded.

The door creaked open and a gasp was heard before it shut. Craig glanced over, his hands bunching up the blankets within his grasp. Tyler stood by the door, his eyes trained on the Omega.

“I need to leave,” Tyler spoke suddenly, his eyes shifting to the floor as he turned away.

“W-Wait. T-Tyler, please... I need help.”

“W-What are you asking me?!”

“Just... protect me?”

Tyler let out a sigh of relief, “Yeah, sure. Okay, buddy..”

New Prompt: 57-: “Dude, calm the fuck down. Are all Omegas this easily scared?” 

Craig wasn’t comfortable at this convention at all. Sure, VidCon was the best but the alphas were the worst. They touched any Omega, whether they were claimed or not, and sexually harassed them.

Craig, however, was more popular and famous so he wasn’t touched. Thanks to his best friends, that is. He and Brock and Lui stayed near their best friends the entire time.

But a certain alpha kept nudging Craig and scaring the absolute piss out of him. “Dude, shit! Calm the fuck down!” Tyler laughed, Lui glaring at him for a split second as Craig rested a hand over his heart.

“You smell really fucking strong, Tyler, I can’t fucking help it, you asshole!”

“I’m the damn best alpha out here, so of course I smell the strongest!” Tyler smirked at the Omega who only glared in response.

“Shut the fuck up.”

With a new mischievous smirk plastered on his face, he walked away and trailed after the group of huddled friends. Per usual, the Omegas were in the middle while the Alphas and Betas masked their scents on the outside.

Tyler snuck up behind Craig, his hands dropping to his waist as he crept quietly. The others watched him with annoyed expressions, this was the fifth time he’d done this at a convention with Craig.

But he changed his antics this time. Instead of grabbing his shoulders, Tyler’s hands traveled to his waist. He grasped the Omega’s hips tightly and pulled him flush against him.

A sharp yelp was heard from the Omega before he jabbed his elbow into Tyler’s ribs. Tyler cried out, the others laughing at him as the man fell to his knees. “Oooooooowwwwww!!!!”

Last Prompt: 70-: “I got into some trouble today. I sort of punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me. Long story short, there’s a couple of officers at the door who would like to talk to you about getting control of your omega.” 

Craig groaned, Tyler standing with an exhausted, annoyed expression on his face. “What the fuck did you do to get the cops findin’ me, Craig?”

“I kind of retaliated against an alpha for fucking touching me.”

“And why do the cops need my attention?” The Alpha sighed.

Craig snorted, “The mother fuckers want you to put a god damn collar on me with a leash.”

Tyler flushed red, “Wha? Why?”

The cops looked between the two, “Uh, sir. We need you to make sure your Omega here doesn’t retaliate physically from now on.”

The  Alpha groaned, “Yeah? Well, I don’t care, officer. My Omega was assaulted and touched, he didn’t want to be touched, common god damn sense.”

The officer stuttered a bit, “Um s-sir, please make sure to be with your Omega at all times during their heat.”

“Craig, I didn’t know you were in your heat.”

“I’m on suppressants, right now.” Craig bluntly stated.

Tyler face palmed, his glare sending the officers from the door swiftly. He slammed it shut and sighed before high-fiving his lover, “Good goin’, buddy.”

[poly-bus]

MiniCat - Summer Love

Original Title: You, Me. Ice Cream.

Original Word Count: 162 Words

New Word Count: 420

Author/Mod: Podz

Genre: Fluff

Alright, now let’s begin!

It was scorching hot outside, the wood surrounding their pool left flaming hot sensations to crawl along his bare heels.

He huffed and plopped himself in one of his plastic beach chairs, hissing as the hot plastic dug against his skin.

“Tyler,” he groaned.

Said male was swimming in their freezing cold water, and the picky Brit complained before that it was ‘far too cold for his liking’.

Assuming the American didn’t hear him, Craig raised his voice from groggy and grunting to whiney and impatient, “Tyler!”

The older of the two pulled up from the water, humming and looking with feigned annoyance.

“What?”

The Brit made a dramatic gesture and humphed.

The American chuckled before hauling himself from the freezing cold water and onto the dry wooden boarded porch around their huge ass pool.

“It’s hot,” Craig grunted, the other male propping himself up against the back of Craig’s chair.

“No shit, hop in with me.”

Craig seemed to stare with disgust at the water, an answer on the tip of his tongue.

Tyler stretched before ducking back down to gently lay his freezing cold hands on the lad’s shoulders, nearly scaring the other.

“I don’t wanna get wet,” the Brittish lad spoke, glancing up despite the merciless sun blinding him for a moment.

His lover ducked his head to block out the sun, looking down at the other and snorting, “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

The lad narrowed his eyes for a moment and hummed, then shrugged, “What?”

The American stood up suddenly, the calmed and relaxed Brit curling up in his chair to cover his eyes again with a groan.

“Ice cream!”

The lad took a moment to readjust his eyes as he sat up in his seat.

His beautiful eyes, the one Tyler so specifically loved about him, stared him up and down for a moment.

“You mean the parlor down the street? I don’t wanna walk there just to find out that they ended up closing or something,” Craig groaned, pulling from his chair and heading to their glass door.

Tyler snagged his towel from their outside umbrella table set, setting the umbrella back in its place in the center of the table, closed.

He then followed Craig inside, “We can always just drive there.”

Craig paused and glanced back with a huge grin, “Roof down and everything?”

Tyler’s own grin matched how wide the Brit’s was before he had even answered, reaching towards the kitchen island for his keys for a moment.

“Abso-fucking-lutely, babe.”

[poly-bus]

MiniCat: Ouija, Ouija, Ouija

AU: BichAU - High School

Genre: Horror

Possible Tags: Character Possession, No Character Deaths, Love Confession, Ouija Board, Horror, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Teenage AU, Craig needs a fucking hug xD, and Tyler’s a great hugger. ;)

Let’s Begin~

“What’s the problem?”

His voice was an attempt to be comforting and wake the male back up.

The warmth of his hand touched the brisk cold and he flinched away.

His eyes rose to take in the deep black eyes, immediate fright freezing him in place.

The board was pulled out of it’s cardboard box.

Craig smiled appreciatively at Tyler, the phrase barely leaving his lips before Tyler hushed him, “I promise I’ll pay you back for buyin-”

“I’ve never tried it, Craig, this was for both of us,” he offered a quick, sheepish smile, “It’s Halloween night, let’s enjoy this.”

Craig nodded and his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning, hands itching to pull the triangle-shaped danger zone to his chest.

Tyler pulled it out for him, handing it over, “Start us off. How do we-?”

The Brit grinned, his horror research doing him better as he spilled the instructions.

Their fingers pressed tight against the plastic wood, tips briefly touching.

Craig cleared his throat, glancing at Tyler sideways before looking back at the board and speaking.

“Ouija, Ouija, we are here. Ouija, is there anyone who will speak with us?”

The air almost turned ice cold immediately, the heater shutting off in the corner of his room.

Craig snapped up to look at it, Tyler following his frozen gaze.

“Did it get unplugged?”

Before Tyler could shrug or even reply, the piece shifted to ‘yes’.

He looked down to see it moving quick, slipping over the letters like lightning during a storm.

“It shouldn’t be moving this fast,” Craig informed, “Are you doing this?”

Sudden anger flashed in Craig’s eyes as he glanced at his friend.

Tyler glanced up at him, speechless, and completely shocked.

“I-It moves?”

Craig suddenly cleared his expression and glanced back at the piece.

It slipped over the several letters once more, circling around and landing on yes again.

Tyler went to pull away but Craig sputtered a quick no.

“It’ll fuck everything up, don’t pull off until we move it to Goodbye.”

Tyler muttered an, okay, unease falling over him.

“What’s your name?”

The Brit’s voice wavered slightly, shock and fear suddenly parading in his expression.

Ty glanced at it as it slowed to a stop on H.

“R,” Craig spoke softly, muttering to himself mindlessly.

“U,” his voice went lower, eyes drooping slightly.

Tyler read out the word fast, “Run.”

He glanced over, Craig’s eyes dropped shut and his body nearly leaning forward and falling to the board.

His hands slipped from the piece and his body fell on the board, Tyler’s arms slipping under his rib cage just before he fell.

Ty pulled him up against his chest, hand rising to caress the other’s cheek.

“What’s the problem?”

His voice was an attempt to be comforting and wake the male back up.

The warmth of his hand touched the brisk cold of his cheek and Tyler flinched away.

His eyes rose to take in the deep black eyes, immediate fright freezing him in place.

He briefly pulled back, letting go of the male as the possessed male pulled away too.

It picked up the center piece of the board, triangle clasped in a round hand.

The piece was pulled up to it’s face and it grinned madly, eyes shifting around in their sockets.

Tyler stared on in horror, “C-Craig?!”

Craig pushed his head towards the other, body unmoving as the piece was raised slightly higher up to his chin.

Ty remembered a specific rule and ushered forth to take the piece from him.

The thing growled as Ty gripped it tight in his hand and wrestled it from the demon’s hands.

“Let him go!”

The thing pushed onto it’s knees and glared at him, snarling distastefully at him before reaching for him.

Tyler leaned back and landed on the ground, back aching from his slip.

The piece slid from his grasp and he made a distinct effort to shove the beast back, yet staying careful.

“Get out of him!!”

The thing moved over him, reaching for the piece.

The American leaned up on his elbows, tears nearly escaping the corners of his eyes as he rolled over on top of him.

“Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye! Leave!”

It remained stubbornly, fingers reaching up to grip his neck.

Tyler gripped his wrist, suddenly his friend was ten times stronger.

The hand nearly gripped his neck too tight, almost cutting off his air.

He quickly ushered out the next subtle but distinguishable words, “Ouija! Ouija! Ouija!”

Craig let out a rush of air, collapsing on top of the other in a complete boneless rest.

Tyler let out tears of relief, groaning and wiping them away as fast as he could while gathering the male in an enormously l9ong embrace.

The male was out cold for a long moment, but his blood boiled hot and warm, his body heat returning to normal once more.

A small groan shifted from his lips and Tyler nearly cried with joy as those beautiful blue eyes raised to meet his own.

“You’re back,” the American sighed briefly, hugging him tighter with his arms wrapped around his waist.

Craig shifted and hugged him back, “Why are you hugging me so... tightly?”

Tyler stuffed the whimper back down his throat by clearing it, stuffing his face into the other’s neck and inhaling deeply.

The Brit seemed to just sit there and accept his new position, hugging him back albeit being confused.

“I almost... I thought I... You got possessed and I thought...”

He couldn’t speak clearly, his fears becoming a harsh reality and he shoved the board further away with his foot.

“Stupid fucking thing...”

The piece shifted to goodbye, staying put in their new, comfortable silence.

Ty pulled away from a brief moment, huffed in irritation with himself and muttered a quick apology.

Craig went to reply, say that it was fine, but barely a word left before his surprise.

A warm pair of chapped lips were pressed against his own, silently tight against his chapped ones and unmoving.

The Brit was planning to pull away and laugh nervously, but he felt too comfortably with the kiss to even reject it.

He pressed back, head tilting slightly as a hand raised to cup Tyler’s neck.

Ty moved his lips back finally, hands raised to caress the other’s cheek and run the other hand around his waist.

Craig hummed, pushing back with just as much intensity yet compassion and gentleness.

Ty let a few more tears slip, the worry replaced with a sudden passion for this stupid fucker in front of him.

His teeth gently scraped Craig’s bottom lip before he pulled away, eyes opening to look down at the other’s newly swollen and reddened lips.

The Brit barely opened his eyes, mindlessly chasing the other before finally realizing it was over with.

His eyes opened and his face grew red with slight embarrassment at Tyler’s newfound smirk.

“Can I...”

Tyler moved forward again without a second to waste, lips moving quietly against Craig’s chapped ones.

They stayed against one another, melting together in a comfortable embrace, for long moments on end.

As they parted again, the question was simply blurted by a now red-faced Brit.

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

The American snorted, “No shit.”

The Brit lightly punched him in the bicep, pressing his forehead to his new lover’s shoulder, inhaling his scent briefly with a content sigh.

“Just no more Ouija boards, okay?”

“Anything for you.”

[h2ovanoss4ever]

The Football Captain and the Ultra Nerd pt. 2

A certain person wants more, I shall provide more: @ihavenofriendspleasesendhelp

Craig could hear the patter of multiple shoes on the hallway floor. Usually, it would be him only since it was an hour after school was over.He’d just left the library after studying for tomorrow’s history and math tests.

However, the steps sped up as he did, following him through the hallways until they reached a more narrow hallway leading to one of the side exits. Craig was about to run for it when a hand tightly grasped his shoulder and a tall football athlete stepped in front of the exit.

He flinched, “U-Um...”

“Ahem.” A voice cleared it’s throat behind him.

All of a sudden, three athletes stood in front of him with smirks on their faces, while two were behind him and blocking all his exits. “E-Excuse me? I’d like t-to go home n-now...” Craig stumbled over his words, making enough spaces between each of the athletes and himself as he moved from the grasp of the hand.

“Not so fast, gay boy.”

Craig winced as the harsh hand gripped the back of his bag, “Hey!”

“Tyler, don be so rough wit’ him yet, we not even to t’eh football field yet.”

Craig froze up as he stared in pure terror at David, a football member. “W-What?”

“Hmph, why not here. There’s nobody watching.”

“Cameras, stupid. I’m not about to show the school security my dick, mother fucker.” A much ruder, harsher athlete responded.

Craig muttered a swear under his breath and fidgeted with the zipper of his jacket, was the football team actually gay what?!

“We have a job for you, nerd.” Tyler announced, the others smirking as they watched the boy fidget under the merciless gaze of the captain.

“I heard Samantha, cheer captain, needs a tutor in math. Tell her you’ll be tutoring her tomorrow, at this exact time in the bleachers of the football field. She’ll bring her friends to tease you, so be wary. Don’t scare them off, just tutor them and leave the sexy shit to us.”

Craig flinched at the words he spoke so harsh of, “W-What?! N-No way, dude! She’ll fucking murder me if I even dare talk to her!”

“Then I guess you’re our toy for the time being.” Tyler smirked as Evan moved forward, pinning Craig to the wall.

Craig winced at how harsh they were, “W-Wait! Wait!!”

The rude athlete stepped forward and groped Craig through his shorts, “You have a really feminine body, I can deal with it for a bit.”

“Okay! Okay! O-Okay!” Craig grunted and shoved the athlete from him, “S-Stop touching m-me!”

The athletes moved from him, the exits blocked again as Craig crumpled down to the ground. His eyes were teary and he held a pout on his expression, bringing his knees defensively to his chest and settling his chin on them.

“So you’ll do it then, wimp?” The rude one spoke out, chuckling at how cute this nerd now appeared in his defensive stance.

“O-Of course, Just l-leave me alone.”

Evan smirked, “One more thing. Call me or Tyler and we’ll come by to have fun with them.”

Tyler scribbled down something and gave it to him, “You’ll figure out how to signal us, just do it before they get there or while they’re copying notes of something”

Hearing this from his crush only saddened him and he bit his lip. Craig stood up slowly and shoved the paper in his pockets with his phone. As they moved out of the way, he quietly fled only to yelp as one slapped his ass.

When he turned, Tyler stood with a crazy smirk, watching him sway his hips as he walked away. Craig blushed, “Perverts...”