#purely so you can date them for prom

[inky-here]

wip!!:)

proper name, place name, backstory stuff........

I was listening to the encanto soundtrack again and decided that 'what else can I do' is now a part of another one of my ocs' backstory. it's my favourite song, i can't help it🙏 I'll give some more context when it's done

I also wanted to draw Inky with someone other than Liam and Vicky was my go-to PC for so long when I first started playing, I love her sm🫶 and she definitely gives Mirabel vibes

[actual-changeling]

i have a thing with hands and the scene where aziraphale asks crowley to dance is playing on repeat in my head.

while yes, the primary purpose of the ball was to get maggie and nina together, it was ALSO for him and crowley, and you literally cannot convince me otherwise.

"perhaps you can tell me while we dance?"

the look on his face is pure excitement, he is basically bubbling over with it, and if you look at the few seconds before he turns around, you can see how nervous he is, too. his eyes keep flicking back and forth and he wets his lips several times and swallows before he starts talking. this is peak "i'm asking my secret crush and prom date to a dance" behaviour.

crowley's reaction is confusion ("we don't dance) but it's not a no, and aziraphale knows that. his absolutely precious, smitten smile just KILLS me, because boy he would have grabbed him and pulled him onto the dance floor (or what passes as one anyway) no matter what he responded.

yet crowley didn't say no, just "we don't do this" and aziraphale silently says we do now. and then! and THEN! before he takes his hand he glances down at it like he is trying to make sure it's where he thinks it is and that he can grab it. he's probably also just brimming with energy and excitement and it needs to be let out somehow.

but what REALLY gets me is that absolutely adorable GIGGLE he lets out when he takes crowley's hand. he GIGGLES. it's small and breathless and he licks his lips AGAIN. tell me that isn't middle school crush behaviour, he is going through so many emotions it's incredible how well michael sheen portrays all of them at once.

just. the way he is holding his hand. his thumb probably caressed the back of it when he adjusted his grasp and pulled him along, and crowley simply goes with him, zero resistance offered.

if you look closely, you can even see crowley's fingers slightly curl as if he is starting to hold his hand back properly. aziraphale wanted to dance with him so bad, to have him close and hold his hand and look into his eyes while they participate in what he thinks is the definition of falling in love. and crowley will do whatever to make him happy, and if it means dancing and touching him for several minutes, well, he sure as hell isn't going to complain about that.

long story short i'm deceased and will never recover.

[sc0tters]

Just Say Yes | Jack Hughes

summary: Jack has finally prepared for the big day, he’s going to propose to you.

song: When You’re Ready - Shawn Mendes

request: yes/no

warnings: none.

word count: 2.55k

authors note: finding the picture of Jack was so hard because none of them screamed boyfriend… I’ve finally written this request that I was meant to write, so I hope the wait was worth it. If you want to check out the rest of the celly playlist you can do so here!

Jack waited for this day for years.

When he was five he first met you as your family purchased the lake house next to the Hughes’ it was a moment that is still engraved in his mind. You were in some pink dress that your mom had dressed you in and the first thing he literally said to you was that you were really pretty.

Naturally after that moment Ellen and your mom waited for the day that you two got together, because it wasn’t a matter of if but rather when.

At fifteen your friendship with the boy had grown even larger, your family had moved to Canada and that meant you were down the road from Jack every day rather than only during the summer.

It was no surprise that within six months of you living there Jack finally mustered up the courage to ask you out. You had said yes and your relationship was pure bliss for the three years that you had it for.

Jack was the perfect boyfriend, he was your date to prom and you two even got to graduate together.

But when you got your acceptance letter from Harvard you knew what you had to do. Jack hadn’t even been drafted yet but with no desire to go to university it meant that he could have been anywhere in North America soon.

That might have been a cop out answer but in fear of holding the boy who was predicted to go first in the draft you decided to break up with him.

Sure it was tough, you both cried but as you walked out of his room both of you knew it was for the best “always thought you’d marry her.” Jim blurted out one day as he sat with his son on the porch of the lake house.

Jim seriously saw you as the daughter he never had so this wasn’t just a break up that was felt by you and Jack it was felt by both of your families.

Luke didn’t know where his uno buddy went and he also didn’t seem to comprehend how you breaking up with Jack meant that nobody else in the family could see you.

Of course Ellen kept in contact with you, making sure that she reached out on your big milestone days that your mom posted on Facebook, moving into your dorm, making the honours list. Ellen was there to congratulate you through it all.

Watching Jack having that rough rookie season broke your heart, it was tough to avoid the mention of him especially as you had befriended the boys on the Harvard hockey team.

There were many moments when you would open his contact details to send him a whole long message wanting to reach out, most times you’d even type out what you wanted to say but each time you’d stop yourself from sending it.

To you there was fear that ran through your body each time you stopped yourself, what if Jack didn’t want to hear from you? What if he had changed his number? What if he had found someone new?

Jack was the big and bright first pick rookie so regardless of what he was doing on the ice, it wasn’t crazy to assume that some pretty girls would be knocking on the door of his dms.

That was why you were so surprised when you came out of class one day to see one of his teammates sat in the coffee shop on campus.

Nico recognised you from the pictures on Jacks phone and that caused him to let out a cheer as he ushered you over to him.

You didn’t want to be rude and that’s why you listened as you sat in the seat in front of him “Jack has been a wreck,” he announced not bothering to do any small talk.

The team had been trying to figure out how to help their rookie teammate because he was completely shutting himself in this bubble. The Swiss man remembered you from a flashback picture that the Devils posted of their rookie so when he asked who you were it gave the older boys on the team the genius idea that involved bringing you back to him “I’ve got class in an hour.” You announced with a sigh, sure you wanted to see Jack but your studies came first.

That didn’t deter Nico though “can you come to the game this Saturday?” He asked as he dug his hand into his bag to pull something out of it “I don’t know Nico,” you were scared that the boy would hate you for breaking up with him.

You two hadn’t spoken to each other since you left his room over six months ago now “just think about it.” The boy pleaded as he left a devils jersey and an all access pass on the table “I know he misses you,” he added as he patted your shoulder before he left you with that decisions hanging over your head.

Even as you walked into the prudential centre you didn’t know if you were doing the right thing, you wanted to turn around and leave but with Nicos words replaying in your head you knew you had to stay. It continued to replay until you got downstairs “we have someone we want you to see,” Miles smiled as he locked eyes with you.

Jack was entirely clueless about what was going on as he furrowed his eyebrows “do I have to?” He groaned as after another poor performance he didn’t want to see anyone.

Nico laughed “I think you’ll want to,” he patted the boys back as he motioned for you to come over “hi Jack,” you awkwardly spoke as the boy looked at you.

The forward swore he was dreaming “y/n?” Before you could let the tears well in your eyes Jack already took three large steps to get over to you as he pulled you into a hug.

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him “what are you doing here?” He asked as he still couldn’t believe that you were truly there.

It took you two a whole year of trying to reset your friendship to what it was before you dated for you to now ask Jack out.

Jack didn’t even let you finish your sentence before he told you to “shut up and kiss me.”

This time your relationship was built on a much more mature scale showing the growth that you each had when you were apart from each other. Cracks were now obvious in your relationship as there were arguments about the things you didn’t agree on but neither one of you cared about them for long because you two always found a way to work through them.

Now it was clear that the love you two had for each other wasn’t a puppy kind of love but rather the real kind that requires work to be perfect.

The moment you graduated Jack had you move into his apartment, most weeks you were already there so you moving there full time wasn’t going to become a massive shock to your systems.

But little did you know that by the time July came around Jack was a nervous wreck. In May he went ring shopping with Ellen, despite the fact that you were both young Jack didn’t want to be with anyone else.

Nobody was made him feel the way you did and the same thing went for how you felt about him.

Also the idea of being engaged for a while was also a massive possibility too.

The only thing holding him back was the fact that he worried you might not be settled into New Jersey yet.

Ellen though saw how happy you when she came to attend your graduation amongst the rest of her family and that caused her to sit her son down and say “just propose when you’re ready, she’s the happiest I’ve seen her in years!”

And that is how it happened, you had dragged Jack on a sunrise hike whilst you were in Michigan.

When you were looking in awe at the beautiful site of the orange and pinks that graced the skies Jack was too busy focusing on you as he tried to not drop the ring box “baby?” You asked as the boy hadn’t spoken in a while.

You turned around with your eyebrows furrowed but you quickly gasped as you realised what was going on “really?” Shock went through your system.

Jack was always the man you thought you’d marry and you always swore that Jack would be so nervous that you’d know exactly when he was planning on proposing.

But here you were totally oblivious “what do you say to putting up with me for the rest of our lives?” Jack joked as the Devils boys always said that they were responsible for this relationships second run.

Yet the boys also believed that they owed you an apology for bringing you back to your irritating boy.

You got down on one knee too as you were now crying “I’ll say a thousand times over.” You confessed as you pecked his lips.

Maybe Nico did deserve that matchmaker gift basket after all.

[miley1442111]

back to chicago-c.berzatto

a/n: i'm probably going to make this two parts (or more) because I really like this idea so this is part 1. i imagined a fem reader and it's mentioned quite a few times but as usual, imagine what you like. SET AFTER SEASON 2

summary: a double date with your boyfriend at the Bear can only go well, right?

pairings: carmenberzatto x femreader (complicated relationship), platonicthe bear x reader, romantic oc x reader

warnings: general angst, mentions of mikeys death

You and Carmen had grown up together, living across the street from one another. Your childhoods were wildly different, his filled with family drama and personal independence. Yours filled with absent parents and the necessity of independence. You went to school together, went to prom together (as ‘friends’), and you were each other's first kiss. Then, you went off to college for law and business and he went off to cook. You vowed to never go back to Chicago, but stayed in contact with Mikey until he died. Then you came back. You felt a debilitating need to see Mikey off. Watch him be put into the ground. You had hoped Carmen would show up. He didn’t. 

You had stayed in Chicago, you had the time and money. Being a successful lawyer in New York was a great gig. Straight out of college you’d gotten a job at a top law firm, and just last year you were made partner. Taking time off for personal reasons wasn’t questioned. Even if it had happened a year ago. Even though you were in Chicago purely for the reason of nostalgia. You’d gone last year for the funeral and this time it was just because something in you missed it. 

It felt good to breathe in the Chicago air again as you walked down the darkened streets, ready for a date at a new Chicago restaurant, The Bear. It was where The Beef had been. Devastating how someone just came in and wrecked all of Mikey’s work. You thought to yourself as you opened the door and searched for the man you were meeting. Adrian, an accountant you’d met at a jazz club, was a nice man. He was sweet and reliable, funny and kind and you both got along well. He was never too handsy and always on time… but you still feared full commitment. He waved you over and you sat beside him as he pressed a kiss to your lips, you smiled, greeting his friends. This ‘double date’ thing had been his idea. This restaurant had been his idea, and as you stared Richie Jerimovich in the face, a shocked dumb-founded look on his face, you remembered why you left Chicago in the first place You remembered Carmen always wanted to call his restaurant ‘The Bear’ and you remembered that there was no getting out of this. 

Shit. 

“Do you two know each other?” Adrian asked, a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back to reality. 

“Fuck yeah we do! Cousin, how are you?” Richie smiled, forgoing the formalities and pulling you out of your seat and into a hug. 

“Richie, how are you?” You mustered up your best fake smile, trying to keep the gaze of Adrian’s friends unsuspicious. 

“I’m great Bug, how are you?” he asked, using the wretched nickname you endured for all those years. 

“Bug?” Adrian smiled. 

“Childhood nickname,” you explained quickly. “I’m good, Rich, real good.”

“You're a fancy lawyer now huh? What was it, New York right?” 

“That’s right,” you smiled. You couldn’t ruin this dinner. Adrian had flown all the way from New York to see you. This was the first time in a month that he’d seen you. Adrian’s friends had to like you. You had to make them like you.

“Sugar’s going to freak out when she sees you,” Richie smiled. You followed Nat on instagram, but refused to like any of her pictures, not wanting her to reach out. You knew she was pregnant. “You won’t believe it, she’s pregnant!”

“Oh my god! I must congratulate her,” you smiled, not realising what that tiny statement would bring.

“I’ll take you to the back now! I’ll give the rest of you guys the tour after,” he smiled at the rest of the table and they seemed to be excited by the prospect of seeing the kitchen so you plastered on a smile, kissed Adrian’s cheek, and let Richie lead the way. 

As you edged closer to the kitchen, you could hear voices, but thankfully not Carmen’s. You turned a corner, pushed through the door behind Richie, and you were led to a small office. Inside sat Natalie ‘Sugar’ Berzatto, ‘Uncle Jimmy���, and Carmen fucking Berzatto. You let out a breath.

“Look who came in to say hi,” Richie announced, stepping to the side to stop covering you. Sugar and Jimmy’s eyes lit up and they immediately started to hug you, yet Carmen stayed frozen to his spot against the wall.

“My love, how’s New York?” Jimmy asked, his arms around you. 

“It’s great, everything I wanted,” you smiled. Your life was something you felt you could be proud of. You loved New York and you loved your job. You had great friends, friends that were practically family. You had Adrian, he was great and he loved you. Yet you still thought about the Berzattos daily. “Congratulations Natalie!” You turned to her, hugging her side due to her large bump. 

You exchanged small talk back and forth with Jimmy and Sugar as Richie and Carmen whispered in the corner. You couldn’t make out what they were saying but it worried you. 

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carmen

There you were. Standing there, fucking glowing. And here I was, a stained white t-shirt on and a pair of fucking jeans on. You looked beautiful, the type of beautiful that would make me jealous of the guy you were going home to if I saw you walking down the street. What were you doing here? Why the fuck were you standing in my office, looking so damn beautiful, yet so unattainable?

“She’s here with a guy,” Richie whispered into my ear. 

“What?” I scoffed. 

“She’s here with a guy!” He whispered louder. I felt my blood boil. So you’re here, in my fucking restaurant, with some other fucking guy. Awesome. I searched your hands for an engagement ring, or worse, a wedding ring. I saw none and my ears refocused into the room. 

“So?” I sighed, feigning disinterest.

“ ‘So’? Your fucking girl is with another guy. In your restaurant!” Richie snapped. 

“She’s not my fucking girl anymore, stop talking outta your ass,” I shoved him, making him leave me alone. My words were deflections. Of course you were my fucking girl, you always would be. You were perfection personified in my eyes, even with any of your flaws. And I wanted you to be my girl, but I got so fucking in my head about it I couldn‘t ask, and then we left and went our separate ways. 

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You

“Look, I’d better get back to my table, my boyfriend’s waiting-”

“Boyfriend?” Jimmy cut you off. “I thought you and Carmy were dating?” 

“Yeah, when we were like 17-” You started but Carmen cut you off. 

“We never dated.”

There was an uncomfortable silence. Your smile faltered, then faded entirely and it was all Carmen’s fault. 

“Look, I’m sure my table is waiting on me to order, it was great to see you guys,” you smiled and left the room, walking back to your table, a sigh leaving your lips. 

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Carmen 

“You are such a fuckin’ asshole!” Richie shouted as Sugar and Jimmy sighed. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about ‘we never dated’? You’re still fuckin’ in love with her!” 

“Richie just fuck off ok! I don’t have to explain shit to you-” I started but I was cut off by Sugar. 

“That was such a shitty thing to say Bear! We haven’t seen that girl in fucking years and of course you had to fucking ruin it. We’ll probably never fucking see her again!” 

“I know that was shitty Sugar, I’mf fucking aware!” I started as I walked out of the office and into the kitchen. I wanted to make your food amazing. That was the only way you’d ever forgive me, right?

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You

You walked back to your table and answered any and all questions pertaining to your relationships with the Berzattos, leaving out that you had a crush on Carmen. You allowed yourself to peek into the kitchen window and you saw him furiously moving. He was mixing something? You couldn’t see. Adrian’s kissing your shoulder pulled you back to reality. Adrian was great. He knew how hard tonight was for you. He knew about what happened in your childhood. He knew about what happened with Carmen. Adrian’s friends, Emilia and John both got up to take a smoke break and he turned to you. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, squeezing your hand.

“Fine, it’s just… messy, I guess.”

“Well you’re doing great. John and Emilia love you,” he smiled and kissed your cheek. “I wouldn’t have picked this place if I knew, I just wanted to see you-”

“I know,” you smiled at him. “I wanted to see you too,” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips and he grinned. 

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he flirted. 

“So do you,” you simply said and he chuckled. 

“Such a flirt,” he joked and you laughed, a real laugh. He kissed you again, quick and sweet. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said matter-of-factly and his face lit up. You truly had no idea if you actually loved him. Your commitment issues were constantly getting in the way of your relationships, so you had to do something, telling him you love him, I admit, might’ve been a crazy thing to start with but, you were running out of options.

He kissed you again, less quickly but still polite enough to not be seen as improper. John and Emilia started walking back in, so you pulled away to see him with a boyish grin on his face. 

That felt… good? Like it was right?

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Carmen

I walked out into my own restaurant, nervous as I was when I was 17, asking you to the prom. All you have to do is explain the dishes. I thought to myself. I know my dishes. Richie walked behind me with the other two dishes in his hands, and I took a deep breath. There you were, radiant as ever, laughing along with what someone said. I would do fucking anything to just have your number so I could just text you sometimes. 

I walked up, standing beside you and your smile flattened, looking fake. 

“Hey Carmen,” you greeted. 

“And how do you know the owner?” John asked, excited about all of the attention your table was getting.

“We were-”

“We dated in highschool,”  I said before you could finish and John chuckled as your boyfriend put a protective arm around your shoulder. I explained all the dishes and placed them in front of each of your table. 

“Thanks Bear,” you mumbled and my heart practically stopped. 

“Well, thanks,” your boyfriend gritted out. I smirked. 

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(PART 2)

[these-written-reveries]

I have a special request

may we have a fluffy platonic oneshot for hawks w/ a reader with four angel wings where they’re a third year at UA but never got a date to prom, so he decides they deserve at least one dance and shows up as their date?

please and thank you 🪽

You absolutely may! I hope I did your request justice! You didn't specify, so I made Reader a hero course student. I know this is a platonic fic, but I can totally see the potential for a friends to lovers story here (don't mind me, I'm just a huge sucker for that trope lol). Thanks for the request! ❤️

Birds of a Feather

‣ Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks x GN!Reader (Platonic)

‣ Summary: Your good friend Hawks finds out you don't have a date to prom and decides to fix that problem himself!

‣ Genre: Fluff (angst, if you squint)

‣ Warnings: none

‣ Word Count: 2,042

‣ A/N: UA is considered a university in my fics. I know that universities generally don’t have proms, but this is fiction, so we can pretend whatever we want! Cue: UA third-year prom, feat. Hawks as a surprise guest! Let's go! (P.S. - I was listening to Words by Gregory Alan Isakov as I wrote this. I think it's a very nice song for slow dancing ♡)

➼ Main Masterlist ➼Keigo/Hawks Masterlist

If anyone were to tell you before that you’d end up becoming such close friends with the number two hero, Hawks, you’d never believe them.

To your past self’s shock, it had really happened. How exactly? You weren’t quite sure. Maybe it started on the first day of your internship? He immediately complimented your beautiful set of white tandem wings, asking you questions about them with pure awe and fascination in his eyes. You found it quite endearing of him.

Or maybe it was when you took down your first villain together and realized you made a kick-ass team? After that day, he immediately offered you a permanent position at his agency, once you graduated UA. You couldn’t have been more thrilled to receive this news from someone you had always admired and looked up to.

Perhaps it was after that, when you both bonded over your shared experiences related to having big wings in a mostly-wingless world? That day was one you would always think back on with fondness.

You told him a story about how, one time, you crashed mid-flight into a huge mud pit. You and your friend spent hours removing all the dried clumps between your feathers. He one-upped your story with one of his own, telling you about the time that he came home after fighting a villain with a petroleum oil quirk that had managed to coat his wings with the gooey substance, which made it nearly impossible to fly. After struggling for hours to remove it himself, with little success, he had to embarrassingly enlist the help of his assistant.

“I hope you have her a raise, after that,” you chuckled.

He joined you in your laughter. “Oh, I did. A very generous one, at that. She was a real trooper that day."

The two of you laughed a lot over your shared stories. Both of you were grateful to have a friend that understood the parts of yourselves that most others didn’t, especially Keigo, who barely had anyone he could call a true friend for almost his entire life. It was refreshing, being friends with you.

Because of this, he quickly grew to be extra protective of you, from the moment he took you under his wing. He kept close tabs on you and checked in on you whenever he had the time. It was always so nice getting to hear how things were going for you, how your grades were, and what the newest gossip was at UA. He’d always say, half-jokingly, that if anyone gave you trouble, he'd fly over and put an end to it immediately, which always got a laugh out of you. He just really enjoyed having "normal" conversations with someone about "normal" things, for once—especially since he never got to experience a lot of these things, such as public school or prom. It was fun getting to vicariously live through you, in this way.

Towards the end of his parole shift, he thought about you, wondering if you were having a good time at your prom that night. You had been looking forward to it for a while, telling him about what you planned to wear and who you secretly hoped would be your date. Last he spoke to you, you had yet to confirm an official date to the dance, but he was almost certain that problem was resolved by now. You were a wonderful person with gorgeous looks and an amazing personality, he had no doubt in your ability to acquire many “promposals”, or whatever the kids called it these days.

It wasn’t until he checked the recent post on your social media account that he realized you, in fact, did not have a date.

At first, he was utterly confused.

Why hadn’t you told him? He would’ve gone with you in a heartbeat.

Then, he remembered just how considerate of a person you were. He told you he’d be working late shifts all week and you likely didn’t bother to ask because of that reason.

He looked at the picture of you in your stunning prom outfit before checking the time. A sigh pushed past his lips as he took off into the sky, flying home as fast as he could.

Worst prom ever.

You felt like a total outsider at this place, despite being surrounded by familiar faces and music. Your friends all had dates and were busy having fun with them. Meanwhile, you busied yourself at the punch table, sighing as you poured yourself another cup. Some of the others without dates lingered in this corner of the large room, but none of them seemed all that keen on striking up a conversation with you. They all seemed to be too busy drowning in their own pools of boredom, longing, and self-pity.

You began to wonder why you even came to this event when you knew you didn’t have a date and your friends would all be too preoccupied with their own to entertain you. Well, you knew why, and it started and ended with a giant birdman by the name of Hawks. He had gifted you with a generous sum of money to buy yourself a nice outfit for prom after you had casually brought up in conversation that you were trying to save money for it. He refused to take it back, so you really didn’t have a choice but to use it. You ended up buying a gorgeous outfit that really complimented your wings. In the words of Hawks, you looked like an “ethereal angel”.

After buying the outfit and looking forward to the event for weeks, you couldn’t not go. Not without disappointing yourself, and probably Hawks too. He was always the one telling you that you needed to live life to the fullest and enjoy your experience at UA, while it lasted.

What you weren’t expecting was to feel so down and dejected, lingering by the punch table as you wistfully observed everyone else having fun like a lonely wallflower. You wanted to take Hawk’s advice and try to enjoy the moment anyway, but you found it too awkward to go out onto the dance floor without someone to dance with, and you weren’t too keen on asking someone you weren’t well-acquainted with to dance.

Still, you stole a glance at the other wallflowers in the corner, almost considering the idea.

You didn’t have a chance to, though, because you were distracted by the gasps and squeals of people all across the room. Following their eyes, you found the target of their attention to be a familiar red-winged man, in an unfamiliar looking outfit. An expensive-looking suit with a boutonniere pinned to the left lapel of his suit jacket. He flashed a charming smile and gave everyone a quick wave as his eyes scanned the room, finally landing on you.

You stared in shock as he walked over to you.

“Why, hello there, angel. Fancy meeting you here,” he said, smirking at your shocked expression.

“Hawks! What are you doing here?” you asked him with wide eyes.

He shrugged. “You know the saying, ‘birds of a feather flock together’? I heard my little chickadee was in need of a prom date, so naturally, I flew right over.”

You were aware of everyone’s eyes on you—something you had grown pretty used to after being with Hawks in public a good handful of times—but you were far too surprised to care as you looked him up and down.

“Your outfit. The colors match mine…”

“Of course they do. What kind of prom date do you think I am? I think what you mean to say is, I look handsome, right?” he teased.

You giggled at this. He always found a way to get you laughing with his witty remarks.

Nodding, you smiled up at him. “You do. Thank you for coming. You really didn’t have to do this.”

He gave you a small eye roll. “I wouldn’t be here unless I wanted to. And you deserve a proper prom experience. That said…”

Your eyes grew wide as he pulled out a beautiful corsage from behind his back. The flowers matched your outfit and his boutonniere perfectly.

"Hawks..." You couldn’t help the tears that began to build in your eyes.

"Oh, don't cry, angel! Your eyes will get all red and puffy! That's no good for prom pictures!" he said, brow scrunched in concern as he looked at you, partially wondering if he’d done something wrong, until you spoke.

"Sorry, it's just...nobody has ever done anything like this for me before. I was really thinking I'd be ending tonight on a bad note, until you showed,” you confessed, carefully wiping the underside of your eyes.

Keigo offered you a sympathetic smile as he stepped forward, holding out his hand, palm up. You held your left hand out to him and watched as he slipped the corsage onto your wrist.

"Well, let's make the most out of the time we have left. I know I kinda arrived last minute, but I also managed to make some arrangements for us that I think you’ll enjoy,” he said.

You looked at him, curious and confused. “What do you mean? Are we leaving?”

“Nope! We’re staying right here! Just us, the photographer, and the DJ,” he smiled, turning to look at the room, which was now completely empty, save for the two people he had mentioned.

How had you missed that?

“H-How?” was all that you could get out, as you looked around the room.

“The dance is technically over now, so I just extended our time a bit. Made a couple calls on my way here, bribed a few people, and here we are!” he explained, cheerfully.

You tried not to let your emotions get the better of you as you looked at him in astonishment.

“Hawks…I don’t even know what to say.”

He chuckled. “Well, I hope you’ll know what to say in response to my next question. There is only one right answer, so that narrows things down for ya’.”

You looked at him curiously, feeling a small pang of nervousness in your stomach as you awaited his question.

He bent forward into a bow, his eyes remaining locked with yours as he extended his right hand to you, his lips curved into a playful smile.

“May I have this dance?”

All nervousness instantly vanished and was replaced by pure giddiness as a bright smile overtook your face.

“Yes, you may,” you said, giggling as you placed your left hand in his.

He led you out to the middle of the dance floor and gave a nod to the DJ, who began playing a slow song through the surrounding speakers.

Turning to face you, Keigo gently grasped your right hand with his left, holding it near his chest. You smiled a bit sheepishly as you placed your free hand on his left bicep, just as he placed his right hand onto your middle back.

The two of you began to sway to the music. After a moment, you felt more at ease, finding that you seemed to move more naturally with each slow beat of the music.

You smiled at him. “I can’t thank you enough for doing all of this for me.”

Keigo earnestly returned your expression. “This is the least I can do for my special, feathered friend. I’m only sorry I couldn’t make it sooner.”

You scoffed. “Please. This is more than enough.”

“I’m glad you’re happy, angel.”

“I really am. Best prom ever,” you beamed at him.

Your contagious smile elicited a happy chuckle from him as he spun you around, being careful of your wings as he did so.

He pulled you back towards him and the two of you continued to dance together, laughing when you bumped him with your wings or when he accidentally stepped on your foot a little. You couldn’t have been happier, nor more grateful. Not only did you get the most perfect prom experience, but you got to spend it with your favorite red-feathered friend.

Like true birds of a feather, you knew you’d be flying together for a long time to come.

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[dullgecko]

Fabian asks Riz out to senior prom.

Not really romantically, and the main reason was that too many lovestruck underclassmen were asking Fabian to go with them or slipping flowers into his locker (I mean cmon hes the the fit, half-elf, wealthy pirate that dances like an angel, who wouldn't do this).

The attention is stifling, which is saying a lot considering he's the most flamboyant attention seeker in school. Anyway he gets mobbed two weeks before prom and pressured into giving an answer, and even though he was planning on going alone, Fabian panicked, and the first thing he thinks to say is: "Sorry, I'm going with the Ball."

Well great. Now he's gotta ask his asexual best friend to a goddamn formal dance.

He tracks Riz down after school, the goblin chatting with Kristen and the other student council members about something Fabian was sure was VERY boring and unimportant. Waving the goblin over to himself when he was noticed and waiting for him to finish his conversation.

"The Ball, excellent. All done with your... stuff?" Fabian tried to affect a casual tone, leaning on the lockers beside himself before realising how awkward it looked and standing back up straight.

"Yeah just lots of logistics left to do before the dance, only got a couple weeks before it kicks off so we need to get it all sorted soon." The rogue ran his hands through his hair, a little stressed, knocking his glasses askew slightly as he stared at the notebook in his hand. Fabian taking the oportunity to crouch closer to his eye-level under the pretense of fixing it for him so that he wouldnt be overheard by anyone still milling about the coridors.

"Ah, of course. SPEAKING of he formal-" Excellent segue Seacaster, you're doing such a good job of being casual about this. "Have you perhaps found anyone to go with yet?"

"Me?" Riz laughed, turning his head up to let Fabian try to level out his glasses and snorting when he also tried to fix his messed up hair. "No? I was kind of just planning on volunteering to check tickets and bounce once everyone was inside."

"Oh. Fantastic. That means you haven't volunteered yet." Fabian flattened out Riz's hair before thinking better of it and messing it up a little more artfully than it had been before and leaving it at that. Removing is hands but remaining crouched so Riz didn't have to look up at him while talking.

"I was wondering if you'd perhaps like to go with me?"

It took the goblin a couple seconds to process what he said, one ear drooping down in an expression of pure confusion before they both perked up. Riz beaming at him and waveing his tail behind him with an expression of pure joy.

"What like... as your date? Yeah! I've never been asked to prom by anyone before."

"Well yes." Fabian stood back up, dusting off his pants and mentally patting himself on the back for a job well done. Not awkward at all, The Ball was ALWAYS happy to hang out with him when asked. "That's a big help. I've been absoloutly mobbed by underclassmen this week and I may have told one of them I was taking you. I hope you don't mind."

Riz's expression faltered a bit, tail slowing in its happy waving as he thought about what Fabian just said. "Wait... you're asking me to come to Prom with you because the underclassmen were annoying you?"

"Yes, I paniced when they asked who I was going with and I figured you probably didn't have a date. Probably more fun to go with someone as friends anyway."

"Oh... as friends. Yeah, we can go as friends." His tail stopped completely, settling into a neautral position behind him. Hand coming up to wipe at one of his eyes under his glasses before he took them off completely. Heel of his palm swiping at the corner of his eye as it started watering. "Ah fuck, sorry. Um, eyelash in my eye need a mirror. Gotta go. I'll talk to you later yeah?"

Fabian gave him a friendly wave as the rogue literally dashed in the direction of the closest bathroom. Kristen finally coming over from where she'd been TOTALLY not evesdropping further down the hallway and startling him by grabbing him by the shoulders and giving him a rough shake.

"Yooooou idiot. You have fucked UP." Kristen gave Fabian another rough shake "WHY? Why would you confirm its a date then backpedal into going as friends and only because your other options were annoying you. Gods help me you're dumb."

[otomes-and-tears]

i am so glad there is another shiloh enjoyer and even more happier that you are an analyst of this silly little creature. do you believe shiloh has the capability of a redemption arc?

We're all Shiloh scholars! Majoring in Shilohnalysis and minoring in ophiology!

I like to believe that everyone is capable of growing, they just need to be willing to put in the effort to do it.

Habits are hard to break, and changing can be a terribly cruel thing for a normal person, and I'd likely be a million times harder for Shiloh. To be redeemed he'd need to confront not only the things he did, but the core of who he has been for literally this entire life.

During the prom date, Shiloh says that he doesn't know if a "real him" really exists. And I'm inclined to agree with him. Regardless of whether he feels any remorse or shame underneath his adorable soulless smile, manipulating and flattering is all that Shiloh knows. By the time we meet him in Our Life, he doesn't have his whole shtick polished and perfected, but that literal child is already at a point in his life where he thinks that being himself isn't worth it and that he's only ever worth anything as long as he's a sidekick, always ready to please the protagonist! It's fucked up!

He's literally seven at that point.

It's roughly the age when kids start really going to school and socialising in a space that isn't home, and this is what he resorts to do fit in. And it's not something he grows out of either!

He might be more manipulative and in more "control" when we see him in XOD. However, it's still the guy who would deliberately fall over and hurt himself if JB asked him to. Shiloh's relationships being replaceable, and him always being the one to end them doesn't erase all the humiliating things he willingly does to be able to have them in the first place. It doesn't change the fact that this all started when he was still early in his development and that all those absolutely crucial socialization milestones happened with this, with purely transactional relationships as a foundational block.

It would require so much work to unpack and unlearn all of it. And it would take being vulnerable and honest with himself, which Shiloh might not even be able to do easily. Mending his relationships will also be harder-- because for Shiloh, at the same time he likely did mislead and hurt a lot of people, for many others he just... Gave them exactly what they craved. A yes man, someone to shower them with praise and flattery. It's what he knows what to do. He just doesn't want to be lonely.

But then again, he's a difficult character to read and understand, and I think it's part of the reason why so many people hate him with a fiery passion, but I've always seen him as this deeply tragic figure-- which would likely make me a prime source of his manipulation, were he real.

[my-own-walker]

Hiya!!!! I was wondering if you do peter maximoff smut? 😅😅😅 If you do, I have a request-but if you don't maybe you could make it like Tate or Kyle? <3

I was wondering if you could do something like Peter (if you can) like using his vibrations and going down on the reader(fem!) while making her read her smutty diary entries about him after he read what was in it? :) THANK YOU BESTIE MWAHHH

I Warned You

note: forgive me if this sucks. my emotions have been all over the past few days and i burned the FUCK out of my hand last night.

warnings: sm*t, oral f receiving, peter being a slut, etc

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It was a rather oppressive day, heat-wise. One of those sticky hot, thighs chafing, greasy bangs days. The sun shined down in a hazy way on the neighborhood I lived in. As I sat there in my denim shorts and big t-shirt, I reminisced on the days of summer as a child. How I'd spend them with my best friend, Peter.

He was the first person I met when I moved here. I was two, to be fair, so I don't remember much of it all. He's always been a permanent fixture in my life. Someone who was just...always there.

He lived next door. Just like a cliche movie. We would ride bikes and draw on the ground with sidewalk chalk together. He was my second-grade boyfriend. He decided to ‘ask me out’ on the last day of school. He learned in school how to say 'I love you,' in sign language just before he asked to hold my hand on the playground on that day in June. He signed it any chance he could. When his mom drove us home in her minivan that day, he held up the sign. Our little secret.

That summer was pure childhood bliss. Innocence. We really didn't 'break up,' per se. When we entered the third grade that September it was just mutual that we had crushes on other kids. We still stayed friends. I'd hang out at his house after school every day until my parents got home. When the weather was warm, I'd sit outside on my porch waiting for him after dinner. Then, like clockwork, we'd find something to do.

As we got older our activities changed. He taught me how to skateboard. I taught him how to trespass on the baseball fields that were tucked down a back street in our neighborhood. We'd swing on this old tire swing over the stream that ran through our backyards.

In our sophomore year of high school, he bought an old car with dreams to fix it up. A 1965 Ford Mustang. It was rusty, beat up, and had no engine. The windshield was shattered and the inside wasn't upholstered. The only working part of it was its radio. When I walked out of my front door on the day he brought it home, he slapped it on its hood, proudly declaring, 'I'm gonna take you to prom in this thing, baby!' We sat in the old thing all afternoon listening to the radio.

I had known about his abilities the whole time. I never got into foot races with him as a kid for that reason. He would beat me every time. Peter had it under control, for the most part, but only when he wanted to. He started getting brazen with it as a teenager. He'd take me on these wild adventures where he'd steal things. The first time it was just some candy from a convenience store. By the time he got that damned car, he was stealing entire carburetors. These trips took all of 2 minutes. Just the two of us speeding off to create havoc.

Somewhere along the way I fell in love with him. Or maybe it wasn't even that. I can't remember a time when I didn't love him. It changed, though. I started to feel things toward him I'd never felt before. When he'd hold my head to prevent me from getting whiplash as we were making our hasty escapes from his escapades, I'd find chills would run up my spine.

Our beautiful little romance blossomed once he finally got his Mustang up and running. Not that he needed it, really. He was leagues faster than any car. He just wanted to be able to transport more things. And his new girlfriend. We started dating in junior year. He had just gotten his license and took me on a ride one night. We parked down a backstreet in our town and our lips finally met. At long last, his fast fingers were allowed to explore my body in a way I had never allowed him to before. It was wonderful, awkward, and hungry. Everything a teenage love affair should be.

He ended up taking me to the prom in that car, just as he'd promised. He looked so smart in his little tux. We spent that entire summer simply enraptured with each other. Our hangouts transformed from outdoor antics to being tangled in my bed, fan on max speed, windows open to hear the mourning doves sing outside. I can still smell the fresh summer air and the smell of him combining to make something all-encompassing and intoxicating.

It was the next summer on this very hot day. Peter and I had been dating for a year. He was away, hanging out with his friends or something. I was home alone. I sat there on my porch, diary resting lazily on my lap, staring off at the hanging 'FOR SALE,' sign on my yard in front of me . I switched between twirling my pen in my hands and chewing the end of it, deep in thought.

It was always the deal in my house. As soon as I graduated, as the youngest kid in my family, we'd move away again. My parents weren't happy with the town. They knew I had made my life there, but a deal was a deal. I couldn't imagine a life without Peter.

When the sign went up on my front lawn, I began a diary. I was never a writer. I was horrible at keeping up with writing entries in a tiny book. But knowing my life was about to change, I began scratching down every small detail about my life. My time in this house. My childhood. My life with Peter. It was a passion project. I wanted to document everything so I'd never forget.

Peter interrupted my deep inner turmoil. Well, not exactly him. His loud-ass car pulled up, parking in the driveway next door. He stepped out of the car singing, keys jingling in his hands. Like clockwork, his head turned to see if I was on my porch. Our routine since we were kids. In a flash, he was sitting next to me.

'Hey pretty,' he breathed, kissing me gently on my cheek.

'Hey Peter,' I smiled, looking up at him. Whenever he was near me I couldn't help but get wrapped up in him. Swept away in his deep brown eyes and sea of silver hair. There was a palpable feeling between the two of us. Dancing around the topic of me moving away, even though the signs were all around us, literally. It was a tension that colored every moment of our time together, yet we tried in earnest to ignore it.

'Whatcha got there?' he asked, half-taunting, as he usually did.

'Oh, haha,' I blushed, clapping the book shut and tucking the pen inside. 'It's nothing, just a planner.'

'A planner? Y/L/N, when have you ever been the type to schedule things?' he scoffed. 'Gimme that.' He lunged for the diary. I curled my body up tight into a ball, the book nestled safely between my lap and chest. My arms secured it even further.

'Peter! Stop it! I gotta get my shit together,' I whined. 'Like, plan out packing!'

'Packing for what?' he asked sarcastically, still trying in vain to pry the diary from my grasp. In his desperation, he attempted the only trick he had left to get me to let go. He started tickling my sides. It was a surefire way to piss me off, but also to get me to let go. The diary clattered to the ground as I stood up quickly to get away from his hands tickling me at light speed. He paused for a moment to grab the diary off the ground.

'Hey, thanks!' he exclaimed, taking off in a flash inside my house, leaving only the wind behind to prove he was there.

I clamored inside behind him, calling after him as I stumbled up the stairs. He was already laying on my bed, on his side, reading my diary entries when I got to my room.

‘DON’T read those!’ I panted in vain. ‘They’re so bad!’

‘Oh, these little stories?’ he smirked, looking up only with his eyes. ‘I think they’re pretty good.’

My cheeks burned hot. I stepped into the room and slammed the door shut. He held the book up closer to his face and squinted. ‘Peter, please, I’m warning you,’ I pleaded.

‘His tongue slid into me. All of my insides felt warm and tingly…’ he read out.

‘OH MY GOD NO!’ I rushed over to him, trying to pry my diary out of his hands. I was on the bed on my knees doing what I could to get my embarrassing writing back. He and his super speed, though, had other plans. I gave up after minutes of trying, tired of grabbing at a person that wasn’t even there by the time my hands reached him. He stopped his motion and was right back where he started on my bed.

‘I think I got what I needed,’ he smirked. ‘Let me review the highlights with you…’

He moved quickly, without using his super speed, to lay me down my my back. I didn’t object. He was always gentle with me, careful not to use his speed unless I asked him to. Peter hated anything that took a long time, but with me he always had patience. Well, unless it was taking my clothes off.

Peter worked quickly to get every inch of fabric off my body. His smooth hands rubbed all over my skin as he kissed me passionately. He stopped to pick up the diary that had been discarded to the side on my bed.

‘Let’s see…’ he muttered, pinning my shoulder down with one hand, his legs straddling my lap. ‘He spread my legs slowly…okay I can do that.’

The diary was once again dropped so he could part my thighs. His hot breath hovered over my weeping cunt.

‘Right, right, then the tongue part,’ he reminded himself. He kissed all along the insides of my thighs, eventually making contact with my middle. My toes curled and my breath hitched. I was ready for what he was about to do. He slipped his tongue into me and my eyes rolled back. He flicked his tongue over my clit, making me yelp out.

He separated himself from me to grab my diary again.

‘You’re gonna have to read this next part, Y/N, I’m a little preoccupied here,’ he instructed. He passed the book into my shaking hands. I didn’t even have the energy to protest. I just wanted to feel his warmth within me again. His mouth reconnected with my pussy.

‘H-his abilities came in handy when giving me head,’ I panted. ‘He can do this thing- thi- this thing where he vibrates.’ I could only choke out so much in my pleasure.

I felt him take a few deep breaths before beginning to vibrate at sonic speed. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The first time he did it, I thought I would just about die. He pulled away for a moment.

‘Keep reading,’ he breathed. I whimpered, shaking hands once again opening the diary. He reconnected with my middle again and I let out a loud moan.

‘He kn-knows how to make m-me purr like a kitten. There’s n-nothing like it,’ I sputtered out.

I didn’t have much left in me. He, acting as my own personal vibrator, brought me to my limit. I came with a loud yelp, laughing immediately after. Peter stopped vibrating and laid on top of me, his face meeting mine.

‘You are SUCH a dick, Maximoff,’ I giggled.

‘I thought it was sexy, how you write about me and all,’ Peter shrugged. He peppered kisses all over my face and neck as we both caught our breath. For a fleeting moment, nothing in the world mattered. All we cared about was each other. For a moment, I wasn’t moving away. It was us and us only. ‘You’re a million miles away, beautiful. What’s wrong?’

Snapping out of my trance, I planted a kiss on his lips. ‘Nothing at all, Peter. Just really ready for round two,’ I smirked.

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I really enjoyed this one. Thank you so much for this request! I promise I’ll write more this week. It’s been cray cray on my end.

[mrsstan21]

A Night to Remember

GIF credit: @21jumpstreet-x-reader

Summary: The gang heads to prom!

Tom Hanson x Reader 

A/N: Based on season 1, episode 6 "The Worst Night of Your Life"

Warnings: None! Fluffy as one can be

Word Count: 1.9k :)

Hobbs and I were put on a case together at a catholic school for girls.

 Apparently someone in the school has been committing Arson. 

It was a pain being in a place like this. It brought back so many memories from when I was in High School. 

Hobbs, and I were in health class, it was sex ed week. 

We were about to watch a video on the “wonderful life of marriage”. 

A girl in the class made a smart comment causing us all to break out into laughter. 

When the video started it was far from a perfect marriage, but more like the honeymoon at its extreme. 

The sisters quickly took out the tape as more laughter filled the class room. 

Just as we were about to get a lecture the fire alarm went off all the girls began to panic frantically running down the halls. 

***

We got back to the chapel completely tired, and exhausted. 

The guys all concern asked if we were ok.

“Medium well, thank you” Judy spoke taking a seat next to Jenko. 

I took a seat over next to Hanson. 

“How much longer do we have to be on this case I’m starting to get tired of wearing this god awful uniform” I spoke losing the tie around my neck. 

“Until we figure out who is trying to set the school on fire” Jenks answered. 

“Hobbs anything on today” he asked.

“Two kids got trampled on went to the hospital from smoke inhalation, and bruises, but they’ll be ok”.

“Those girls were like a herd of wild horses almost ran over me as we got out of the school” I spoke. 

Jenks was growing with frustration we were getting no where with this case. 

But Hobbs and I still had a ray of hope we’d close this case. 

Hanson spoke out on some files we had of some of the girls that attend the school. 

One of them had a very distinct background check and was on the prom planning community. 

“looks like you girls are joining the prom community”.

I groaned leaning onto Hansons shoulder. 

“What’s wrong with you” Ayoki asked.

“I’m reliving my senior year of high school that’s what’s wrong”. 

I got tired of this stupid tie that I finally just tore it off my collar.

“Oh yeah didn’t you go to catholic school” Penhall chimed into the conversation.

I rolled my eyes.

“You went to catholic school?” Hanson raised an eyebrow at me. 

“St. Mary’s Academy school for girls class of 78”. 

“Oh man that must have been hell” Ayoki commented. 

“It was…”.

***

The next day Hobbs, and I joined the prom community, and it was pure torture . 

These girls bickered over a stupid theme and how most of them didn’t have dates. 

Hobbs, and I payed very close attention to three girls who were there. 

Jane, Margie, and Patty. 

It was clear as day that Patty, and Jane hated each other. 

Patty made a hurtful comment towards Margie causing her to run out of the gym.

Yup I was reliving my old high school days. 

***

Hobbs stayed back to see if she could get any sort of information out of Jane. 

I changed out of the uniform, and into some casual cloths before catching the trolly back to the chapel. 

When I arrived Doug was frantically searching for a girl who had robbed him last night. 

“Still looking Penhall” I asked sitting on the table that Hason sat near. 

“Hasn’t stopped since this morning” Hanson informed me.

“Ah that’s the girl” he practically screamed.

Ripping out the photo of her he walks over to where I was leaning on the table. 

“Looks like you’re my date to the prom” he spoke looking over at me. 

Jenks then interrupted informing us that there would most likely not be a prom. 

Jane was caught last night almost setting fire to mother superiors office. 

Hobbs, and I couldn’t believe it. 

We made an agreement she’d blow her cover while I stayed back and see if we can clear her name. 

I had a strong feeling that Jane was not our girl. 

***

The rest of the day I wanted to do nothing more than to relax. 

I laid down on the couch near Hanson reading one of my books I keep in my drawer. 

“Hey y/n you remember your prom” Penhall asked from his desk. 

“Vividly” I spoke turning the page. 

“Well what happened?” He asks grabbing a chair and sitting closer to where I was. 

I looked over at him, and chuckled. 

“You guys do not want to hear that sob story. 

“Uh we very much do don’t we Hanson”.

I looked over at Hanson giving me a smile. 

“Alright then” I huffed.

Sitting up I took a deep breath. 

Can’t believe I am about to tell this story. 

“It was senior year of high school. Jake Russel captain of the football team over at Peters Prep for boys had asked me to the prom. Which was strange considering he was the most popular guy at his school, and was asking me captain of the debate team to the dance...But hey I was stocked I had a date. I remember working long shifts down at the record store to save enough money to buy this beautiful lavender dress. Well come prom night I got ready and waited for him to pick me up. But as time passed the clock stroke 11 and the dance was over. I had officially been stood up”.

Penhall, Hanson, and Ayoki all gave me sympathetic looks.  

“That guy’s a jerk” Hanson commented.

“Yeah he was. The next day at school I found out he took Laura Penning-way to the prom instead”.

“Let me guess captain of the cheer team" Penhall asked.

“Yup”. 

“Jesus y/n that’s terrible” Ayoki spoke.

“It’s whatever...really not like I cried myself to sleep that night. Just sucks that dress never got to see a dance floor or even got to slow dance”. 

“So maybe this can be like a do over for you” Ayoki smiles.

“I don’t think so guys I think I might sit this one out with Jenko. Be there as backup” I got up and walked over to get a coffee. 

***

Before night fall I went back home to grab all the files we had on the girls. 

I knew we were getting close, and tonight we would crack this case. 

I sat by my coffee table examining the documents when there was a knock at my door. 

I opened it reliving a smiling Hobbs.

“Shouldn’t you be at the chapel getting ready for this lame dance” I looked down at my watch. 

She comes in with a big black cover draped over her shoulder.

“You are going tonight” she smiles. 

I laugh crossing my arms.

“Hobbs I already talked to Jenko…”

“Well he changed his mind, you’re still going undercover tonight whether you like it or not”. 

I roll my eyes knowing there was no way out of this. 

Then I remembered something.

“I don’t even have a dress”.

“That’s what the bag is for” she motions towards it. 

I had only owned one dress in my entire life, and couldn’t possibly think it was the one. 

Unzipping the bag was the lavender dress from my prom night many years ago. 

“You broke into my storage unit” I laughed. 

“Maybe I did, but we don’t have time for that the guys are waiting for us at the chapel so let’s go”.

I was then dragged out of my apartment.

***

“I can’t believe this thing still fits after all these years” I said fixing the bottom of my skirt. 

“You look great y/n” she smiles.

Jenko yells for Hobbs and I to come downstairs.

Making our grand entrance the guys took notice at both Hobbs, and I. 

After all they weren’t use to seeing us all dressed up.

“Alright you both looking stunning…now you’re dates Hobbs you’re with Ayoki, y/n your with Penhall, and Hanson your date is Jane” Jenko spoke.

We then left to the prom.  

***

At the dance I was a little uncomfortable in the beginning, but slowly started to have fun. 

Penhall, Hobbs, Ayoki, and I were all dancing like there was no tomorrow. 

The song quickly changed into a slow dance. 

I looked over at Hanson who was left all by himself. 

“Dough you think I can sit this one out” I asked. 

He nodded knowing where I was going with this. 

I made my way over to Hanson who was already smiling. 

“You plan on standing here taking notes all night”

He laughs looking over at me.

“I thought you were dancing with Penhall” he asks.

“Nah you looked like you needed some company” I smile. 

Hanson stares at me for a while. 

I took a moment looking into those dark brown eyes of his.

Before I knew it he grabbed my hand, and lead me to the dance floor. 

But before we can even begin I saw Margie walk in with a blank stare on her face. 

Everything then began to happen so quickly. 

She slapped Doug, then rushing over to the wall with a lighter. 

Flames quickly emerged, and everyone began to run out of the gym. 

I lost my grip on Hanson when i was pushed around by the crowed.

I then fell onto the floor only inches away from the fire. 

Feeling the sweat already form on my forehead. 

“y/n!!!” I felt a pair of arms wrap around me helping me up, and out of the gym. 

“You ok” I saw the look of concern plastered on Hansons face.

I nod. 

He pulled me into his chest wrapping his arms safely around me.

***

Looks like Margie was the one setting flames to the school.

 She was arrested and we successfully closed another case. 

The dance ended early, but me, Ayoki, and Penhall weren’t ready to go home. 

Hanson ended up suggesting something to us. 

We found ourselves at a bowling alley that Hanson plays on with a team. 

Doug, and Ayoki were not amused. 

I kinda enjoyed Hanson get so into this game. 

I laughed every time he shouted. 

“Another slamerino!”.  

Hours went by until we were the only one here.

“Hey Hanson can we leave they’re about to close, and we’re the last ones here” Penhall shouted..

“Alright let’s go then” Hanson spoke putting away his bowling ball. 

Doug and Ayoki were the first ones out. 

I began to follow. 

“Hey y/n wait” I heard Hanson call for me. 

I turned back around and saw him begin to get a little nervous. 

“What’s wrong” I ask. 

“Hey Joey hit the lights” he says to the guy at the counter. 

Confused at first, but then I saw all the lights go off and a large disco ball fell from the ceiling. 

A slow song came on shorty after. 

I chuckled looking over at him shyly smiling. 

“Hanson what are you doing”. 

“I believe I still owe you a slow dance” he walks over, and grabs my hand. 

“Hanson you don’t have to do this” I tried to hide my blush. 

“Oh but I want to” he smiles pulling me closer. 

I couldn’t help but smile as I wrapped one arm around his neck while he held my other, and began to dance. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asks staring into my eyes. 

“Hanson you are too much” I smile resting my head on his chest. 

I wrapped my other arm around his neck, and felt both his hands around my waste. 

His head rested on mine. 

Time suddenly stopped. 

I could hear the sound of his heart beat increase as I was in his arms.

We danced for the rest of the night. 

This was a prom I would never forget.

[every-single-day]

ZOMBIE PROM LORE YAYAYAYAYAYAY

alright @lasagna482 I'm gonna try to summarize the plot as quickly and efficiently as I can purely from memory:

Jonny Warner is a new student at Enrico Fermi High and immediately becomes the school bad boy because he spells his name without the H, despite Principal Delilah Strict insisting he changes it back ("Enrico Fermi High"). During a bomb drill during lunch, Jonny bumps into Toffee, the golden student, and it is love at first sight. The two start going steady much to her parents' and Principal Strict's dismay, and so the three of them command Toffee to break up with Jonny. Being the innocent and rule-following girl that she is, Toffee listens and breaks up with him. Jonny's response to getting his heart broken is the same as any normal person's response would be: he commits suicide by driving his motorcycle into a nuclear power plant ("Ain't No Going Back").

Three weeks later, Toffee is still deep in mourning. All her peers keep telling her to get over it because they have more important things to focus on— senior prom!!! But senior prom means nothing to Toffee now that she has no date😞During all of this, it is revealed that Toffee has been hearing Jonny's voice calling to her from beyond. Her classmates basically say womp womp causing Toffee to explode on them, alerting Ms. Strict ("The C Word"). Delilah Strict lives up to her name. She only cares about three things: Rules, Regulations, and Respect. She also suggests that Toffee snap out of this funk and move on with her life. Jonny's voice in Toffee's head starts getting louder, more frequent, and more elaborate. It goes from just a repetition of 🎶Toffee, Toffee🎶 to fully conversing with her until he shouts for her to open the door. She listens! Then, from out of her locker, bursts none other than Jonny Warner! But this time he's green! And a zombie ("Blast From the Past")! Toffee is like WHAT THE FUCK 😀 And Jonny is like ,,,, I love you please take me back ❤️Jonny explains to her that he heard her voice calling out to him from his underwater grave—he was buried at sea just fyi—and the power of love caused him to rise from the dead ("The Voice in the Ocean"). Toffee is very overwhelmed and confused and keeps running away. Ms. Strict finds out that Jonny is back and is NOT happy because rule #7, subsection 9 of The Handbook of Student Life says no zombies allowed ("Trio (Case Closed)").

The rest of the show is basically Jonny trying to win back Toffee and regain admission to Enrico Fermi High so he can get his diploma and go to the senior prom. There are some twists and turns and subplots of course but I won't get into that unless further prompted. I just wanted to set up the main picture for ya.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Friday Ramblings

I don't normally do this but I have a couple of thoughts going on in my head regarding the last couple of days week in BL that I just wanted to collect them all instead of just doing it in tags.

Shadow

I'm pissed. I am a big fan of anything horror or supernatural themed stuff so I was really looking forward to this. (Don't even get me started of how disappointed I am at the disappearance of the other horror themed show I could be watching) And the first part did not disappoint. It was a strong first half, good set up of the different story lines and all the players and I was really excited about it. There was such good meta written about the show, and it turned out to be superior to what the show eventually gave us. (@wen-kexing-apologist specially gave us such excellent meta on this show that I wish they were in charge of the second half of this show) I agree with @lurkingshan about everything they said here. Something which I thought was interesting was that I think in this second half the show purposefully made the fake arm really obvious. I don't know if it wanted us to know before Dan but I also don't think it was an accident. But I'm also not gonna theorize about the reasons because I really don't care that much. The "BL" bait was just another thing that pissed me off. I'm not upset it's not BL, I'm upset because it was sold as such and no one will convince me otherwise. For a couple of episodes, at least, the show wanted us to think that Dan was falling for Nai. The prom moment was just fucking ridiculous. The parallels with October 6 could've been really interesting if there wasn't so much going on that it kinda took the weight of it away. One of the questions I like to ask myself when watching any media is - what is it trying to tell? Sometimes nothing and that's fine. It's pure escapism and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. It can still be excellent. And sometimes it tries to say too much that it ends up not having a cohesive message and it all falls flat. Religion, communism, family trauma, homophobia, mental health, infidelity, teacher-student relationship, pregnancy, murder, police brutality, friendship, bullying, the oh so many supernatural elements, I could go on. You get the picture. So in conclusion, I am not happy.

VIP Only

It's cute. I like both of them enough and it's a good mellow way to start the friday madness.

Last Twilight

This show is surprising me so much. In the best ways. As I said before this pair didn't do much for me in the past but I've surrendered completely, specially to Jimmy. He was so good in this episode that I felt obligated to gif it just so I could keep watching his expressions.

That whole final scene just floored me. His eyes just carried that moment and that whole scene so well that by the end a lonely sunflower brought tears to my eyes. ( and I do not cry easy). After all the cute dates, this scene was a gut punch.

I'm just really stuck on this show, and it holds my attention all through the episode.

My Dear Gangster Oppa

This episode was silly, I couldn't care less about the gangster side of the story at the moment, I'd rather spend more time with the gamer friend group. Wahl got a bit of a redemption but I still don't like him. I liked that Guy stood his ground with Wahl and Tew, but hated the stalker behaviour. If you wanna go dude, just leave!

Sahara Sensei to Toki-kun

Japan my beloved. They just keep giving me all I need. Toki is giving me some Aoki vibes and I could not be happier. And Toki now has got two friends in his corner and I'm so happy. This one and Kinou Nani Tabeta are currently my main sources of joy and my heart is full.

Pit Babe I'd like to thank @pharawee for giving us the novel commentary because it makes it a bit less confusing while I watch this. I have no clue about omegaverse so a part of me is confused, sometimes bored, another part of me is just waiting for Jeff and Alan to be a thing and all of me is happy that Pavel is on my screen weekly.

Twins

This show is dragging and I'm officially bored. I don't mind a slow burn if the rest of the show can hold it together. But the team animosity is just tiring and annoying at this point, the side couples are not engaging ( a bj in the shower does not a side couple make) and for a show named Twins, I would like to see more of them.

Middleman's Love

I'm 99% here for the sides. They are cute, they give me some Ram/King vibes and I wanna see more of them. I was super happy to see Ngern again and the family dinner was a good moment. I don't have the patience for this sort of misunderstanding anymore so that ending annoyed the hell out of me.

(I'm watching For Him too but I have nothing nice to say, so I'll say nothing at all. And yes I know I just did that with Shadow but I was never that invested in this one)

Really looking forward to Kinou Nani Tabeta tomorrow morning and The Sign in the afternoon.

I wish all a great weekend and thanks for reading💜

(because I needed a good cry)

[maxxphoenixv1]

Maxxbomb #1 aka Maxxtendo Direct

Welcome the the first of what'll be hopefully many MAXXBOMBS. This is where I fit my unique content into a convenient package. Meet Kazari, The Reincarnation of Shadow Weaver

Kazari is a special She-Ra OC I created, sort of out of spite, but I really love her, like my own baby, which is ironic because I'm never having kids. Kazari has the ability to control HAVOK MAGIC, a powerful form of magic, imagine HAMON from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure mixed with ONE FOR ALL from My Hero Academia. Kazari is ruthless, mischievous, a trickster and kind of a raging b****canoe when she wants to be, but ultimately with a heart of gold. Also, she's dating Finn.

The two actually got together at Princess Prom. My friend, Luna actually designed her Prom Dress

The story is currently incomplete, but you can ready it on AO3

On the subject of She-Ra... I've actually made something really special for Catradora stans and Shadow Weaver Antis

Here are the link to the AO3 -> LINK

Further more, I am writing a sequel, here is the plot synopsis -> "In the aftermath of a harrowing school shooting that rips through Etheria High, Police Chief Mara grapples with the daunting task of unraveling the enigmatic threads that bind together a web of online fandoms, veiled secrets, and the haunting repercussions that reverberate through the shattered lives of survivors. As the community struggles to come to terms with the devastating event, an unsettling online phenomena begins threatens corrupt and distort the city and all that Mara holds dear!"

-> LINK

Winx: Mystic Crusaders

I'm also writing a spin-off for Roxy. It's called Winx: Mystic Crusaders. Ever since the battle against the Wizards of the Black Circle, things have not been exactly easy for Roxy, as it turns out, going through what she'd been through is pretty traumatic. Things become complicated when the Winx go missing. Now, Roxy has set out to rescue them, but she can't do it alone, so now, she must gather up a team of fairies, witches and specialists to save to day and bring back peace. Together, they are the MYSTIC CRUSADERS. And here is the logo

You can read this story, live on AO3 ->

While we're on the subject of Roxy. I've always made the case that Roxy was the Gohan of Winx Club

To that end, I made a special transformation of Roxy... KIDEMIX

Kidemix, the culmination of Roxy's evolution, rises above the usual metamorphoses triggered by tasks or quests. It materializes as a manifestation of unparalleled pressure and trauma, akin to a dormant volcano violently erupting or a cornered, wounded creature lashing out in desperation. Unlike other transformations, Kidemix surges forth in direct response to the malevolence and injustices heaped upon the user and their cherished ones, channeling a primal force to confront and annihilate profound evil. It becomes a vivid representation of innocence irretrievably lost in the face of adversity.

To attain Kidemix, Earth Fairies follow a straightforward set of criteria:

Possessing a Pure Heart: Kidemix's essence lies in the unwavering purity of the fairy's heart, a prerequisite that distinguishes it from mere magical achievements.

Amassing a Colossal Quantity of Power: In stark contrast to conventional power-ups, Kidemix demands the accumulation of an extraordinary reservoir of energy. For Roxy, this involved acquiring Aquatix, a power source potentially 15 times more potent than the formidable Sirenix.

Experiencing an Intense Emotional Trigger: Kidemix awakens in response to an overwhelming surge of emotions, triggered by profound experiences. This emotional catalyst propels the fairy into a transformative state of power and resilience.

The abilities bestowed by Kidemix extend beyond a mere power boost; they push the user's capabilities beyond their logical conclusion. Roxy, as the Fairy of Animals, gains the extraordinary ability to adopt the traits of any creature in existence. Kidemix, in essence, propels the user's abilities to an unprecedented zenith.

Notably, the user's size increases to nearly double its original.

Just as Spider-Man possesses the formidable black suit, and Teen Gohan achieves Super Saiyan 2, Roxy's Kidemix stands as her ultimate transformation, showcasing her strength and resilience in the face of adversity.

Kidemix, however, is not a power easily harnessed. It carries a wild and savage essence, needing to be tamed and mastered. Like a tempest, it can be uncontrollable, requiring the user to forge a deep connection and understanding to guide its formidable power. But what about you? How would your OCs Kidemix work? Or the other Winx? Tell me using the #WinxKidemix. BTW, the art was done by Poison the Cat on IG

[harus-simp]

Asking you to prom (hyung line)

Kim Jiwoong, Zhang Hao, Sung Hanbin, Kim Taerae, Seok Matthew

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Author's note: a little something I wanted to try hehe ;))

If you don't like the dresses you can just pretend like it is one you like (you can even pretend it's a suit if you prefer), i choose these as an orientation due to the colours and the vibes each ones has

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How would they ask you to go to prom with them?

Jiwoong

☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

It wasn't for prom exactly that he invited you

Y'all were on your last year of college so it was more than obvious that some sort of party would be involved here

You both have been friends since the start of college so you were both pretty close, but not to the point of being best friends

But he always treated you so kindly, with the softest smile ever causing you to eventually catch feelings for him 😳

Little did you know that he felt the same, since you became friends he layed his eyes on you, so he wanted to ask you to go together

On a random day you were hanging out together and he just said it so casually

"Would you want to go to the party together?"

Like yes sir? Of course. Wouldn't want to disrespect you by saying no 😃

On the actual day he went to pick you up and when he saw you all dressed up like that he immediately got star strucked,like wow

Why are you so pretty?

He looked at you like a man in love (wink wink, I did that) while biting his lip

He couldn't believe how lucky he was

When you were finally there he was THE biggest gentleman

Always prioritising you in all circumstances, even when girls were trying to get his attention his eyes were on you

On the slow dance he held you so delicately by your waist making you feel like a god/goddess

When the end of the song was approximating he let all his nerves and shyness go and just closed the small distance between both, ending the night with a kiss

"I love you y/n"

How perfect is that?

Zhang Hao

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Now you and Hao didn't know each other that well

He was an exchange student that came from china and you were just another student there

You kinda thought he was handsome...

Well maybe a lot 👀

Well let's just say you had a little crush on him

But your hopes were all crushed when you heard that he had asked out the most popular girl at school

So the dress/suit you had bought was kinda gonna be on the back of the closet for sometime now

You didn't want to go at all

Days before the actual prom you were taking a stroll by a park when you saw him on a bench silently crying

And you weren't expecting that at all like????

So you slowly approached him asking what was wrong

And he didn't know if it was your tone of voice or your worried expression but he was complety sincere with you and told you that his date had kissed another guy and dumped him

You comforted him as best as you could but you were not advancing much

"I- I could go with you if you want". Those words slipped out of your mouth

He suddenly looked at you with some hope on his eyes

"Really? Oh then- then I should ask you properly"he said between giggles

And that's when he wiped off his tears and did so

On the actual day as he saw you going out of the door his eyes immediately shot up and began to literally sparkle

Why was he suddenly not feeling anything but pure attraction towards you?

He flashed you a cute smile and grabbed your hand to go together

It was an understatement to say that all eyes were on you both, even the girl that dumped him that was dying of pure jealousy and envy lol

His eyes just shined when you were on his sight

So by the end of the night he decided to take things slowly and get to know each other better first

A truly "I gave a second chance to cupid" ❤️

S.Hanbin

☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The relationship between both of you was curious to say the least

You had met at a café he worked on as a barista and since then you both had always had a thing for each other

So you started kinda going out together like a couple

The problem was that it wasn't official, no one had asked the other one properly

And it was really confusing you because you really liked him for real 😞

However you were feeling kinda hopeful this time to make it official as he had gone to your house with flowers and chocolates to ask you to go to prom

Which was kinda a lot just to ask to prom actually, so you were kinda suspicious honestly (but accepted nonetheless)

The day of the prom actually came and he came to pick you up as he had promised

When he saw you he immediately complimented you on the way you looked and offered his arm to bring you to his car

On the way to the assigned place you both striked a pretty comfortable conversation talking about everything and anything

However you noticed he was kinda nervous? Him out of all people?

But before you could ask him he brought you inside of the event opening the door for you

Once inside you had the best time ever, dancing to all the songs you knew and drinking from time to time

Never leaving hanbin's side at all

When you were feeling a little bit dizzy he brought you outside to take a break and once you were feeling better he hugged you from behind and dropped the bomb

"Y/n, I know that our relationship is kinda confusing and all but one thing I know for sure is how in love I am with you, would you be my girlfriend?"

You said yes while turning around and hugging him tightly

Indeed your suspicions were correct 🤭

Matthew

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

At first you were not planning to go to prom at all

You had a crush on the volleyball's team leader and was kinda expecting him to ask you out because he was really sweet with you so you were having a good feeling about it

Feeling that quickly was gone as you decided to ask him yourself (because we stan people with initiative 😌) only to be turned down by him politely

And that's what was bothering you, you couldn't hate him because he was still gentle about it 😩

Matthew, volleyball's team libero, had seen all the scene and felt horrible for you because he knew how much you liked his leader

And maybe because he did have a crush on you and knew how badly you wanted to go to prom

So he approached you after classes and asked you out instead (he smart tho)

At first you were indecisive because your heart had been broken recently

"But you wanted to go there so badly, I can't let you stay at your house all depressed like that!"

His words made you blush and question how did he even knew that in the first place

But you accepted his offer (you also found him cute so why not try it?)

Because he didn't know how to drive (let's just pretend if he does ok?) you both agreed on being brought by his older sister (we love you yaebin <3), so when you entered the car he was instantly speechless

Like he knew you were gorgeous but you looked out of this world

And of course he was teased non stop by his sis

You entered hand in hand smiling from ear to ear at each other which made everyone around you coo at how adorable you both looked <3

Your crush?

Long forgotten by you, but he couldn't help but feel guilty and a lil bit jealous of matthew

Well you ignored him anyways and had a great time with your date (which might have ended on a little peck when he brought you home 😚)

This looked promising 👌

Taerae

☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

You weren't planning to go with anyone in a romantic sense ❌️

You just wanted to have a good time with your friends and not think about anything else

However your friends had other plans in mind

Literally everyone had been asked out except for you and your bestie taerae

And seeing how you felt betrayed by your friends (obviously you were joking) he decided to make you happy

"Y'know, we can still have a good time both of us right?"

"Wow didn't see you like that taerae"

"No- not in that sense, I meant partying!"

You loved making fun of him like that 😜

But thinking about it for a while you realised that he was right, you both could still have a good time together

So that's what you both agreed on

Having a good time with no romantic feelings attached

On the prom day he picked you up and couldn't help but be in awe at you

But could you blame him? He has a weak spot for you (definitely not a crush)

And you were no different

When he was all focused on the road you noticed him glasses had been replaced by contact lenses and his usual hair was up instead of down making him look so hot for some reason

Had he always been that attractive?

You guys eventually had the greatest night of all

And you were literally treated like royalty by your bestie

It was like there was no one else around and you were the only one he was focused on

Were those butterflies you were feelings on your stomach?

You never thought someone was gonna make you all flustered like that

And least of all by taerae

But there was something so intimate about the look he was giving you that made you fall more into him

And he seemed to be feeling similar because soon enough you both leaned at the same time ending with a soft kiss

You didn't believe in love at all, but perhaps after that night you changed your mind completly🙈

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Maknae line

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

My Sweet Nymph Chapter 1

Yandere Gellert Grindelwald x Female Muggle Reader

I miss writing lowly desires! Too bad it ended. Another Yandere version of you and him. I will write more random scenes of Lowly desire. But, this is a new story and new beginning. Tell me what you think.

This was the fourth bouquet of flowers the past four days! Your brows knitted together in confusion. Your first week of moving into your College Dorm became more stressful.

You were smart in your own way. But, you had ADHD and you committed yourself to study more than your fellow classmates to pass all your classes with B and hopefully higher. But, you realized that after you graduated from High School and during Summer Vacation before college, you have a damn secret admirer!

Why now of all times? In High School, all the boys ignored you. No one asked you for dates. You went to prom, homecoming and all dancing events with girlfriends that took turns dancing with you except the slow dances.

How ironic!

Huffing you tried to concentrate on your homework. You were talented in English and Arts. You were terrible at math and science. You liked astronomy, biology and all that. But Chemistry you hated. 

They were not fun classes to learn.

So, as you reread your textbook you heard a knock on your dorm door. Groaning in annoyance, you opened it to see a box. Inside was cash!

Holy crap! You closed the door and counted it. 2,000 dollars in twenty dollar bills. You can be able to afford three square meals at the cafeteria for the whole semester!

Unlike throwing away the other presents from the mystery admirer, you decided to keep this gift. It is useful.

What you didn't know was that you were being watched by a magical crystal ball. Your admirer smiled as you went inside the shower. You were such a doll. So beautiful. He was a man who was in Prison in Azkaban and was released three years ago. 

He saw your selfie on Instagram and followed you. He was surprised you were not a model. You could've been easily rich and famous. What a waste of talent. You were instead a poor and struggling college student with a dead father.

His heart went out for you as he saw your impoverished home. You were sadly a Muggle. And he was a pure blooded Wizard. He cannot be seen with you. He wants to start an uprising. He hated Humans and was racist. 

He wanted to commit genocide. 

Humans poisoned the Wizarding World. They are devils. And you are one of them…

You were just a Nymph. Nothing more to him. A pretty face. Grindelwald was a womanizer in his younger days. He slept with muggle women before. He thought you were one of them. Maybe if he took a bite out of you, he would get you out of his head and move on with his life.

In the meantime, he will watch you from time to time when he has time to spare apart from his actions of taking over the both worlds.

[sequinsmile-x]

Yield

She knows he’s wavering, something she’d counted on as she watched Penelope force a third glass of punch into his hands only twenty minutes ago. He was always desperate for her, but anytime he was drinking his ability to hide it was diminished.

AKA the one where Emily and Aaron hook up at Quantico's annual 4th July party, despite the fact no one knows they are together.

-x-

Hi friends!

I did a poll the other day asking which smut you guys wanted next, and secret relationship smut won by quite some margin.

So, I hope you enjoy this. I'm sure I say this every time, but I think this might well be the filthiest smut I've ever written haha

Let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 2.7k

Warning: Smut, 18+

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily hated the annual Quantico July 4th party. 

It reminded her too much of all of the parties she’d been forced to go to by her mother when she was younger. She spends as much of her time as she can standing in a corner, hiding away from everyone who wasn’t on the team, sipping the punch that Penelope had forced into her hand. 

The definitely spiked punch.

It had become a tradition of sorts over the years. Penelope would sneak whatever alcohol she deemed appropriate into the punchbowl like it was prom night and the next working day everyone would pretend they didn’t know it was her. 

“I think she went for tequila this year.” 

She smiles at the sound of Aaron’s voice, turning to look at him as she takes another sip of her drink, “It’s definitely tequila,” she says, looking him up and down. He’d taken off his jacket and tie, leaving him in just his suit pants and his white shirt, the top button undone and his sleeves rolled up, “I saw the bottle in her office.” 

Aaron chuckles and steps closer to her, staying far enough away for it to be considered appropriate in their current setting, “You look nice.” 

She looks down at herself, her red tank top and black pants the exact same outfit he’d watched her put on that morning. She hides her smile behind her glass of punch, taking a sip in a failed attempt to calm herself down, well aware that this was not the time or the place. 

“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” she replies, finding some comfort in the fact he looks as affected as she feels, a look in his eyes that she only usually saw in his apartment or hers. 

It had been almost three months since their first date. Aaron had been paramount in her finding her place in her life again after Paris. He was the only person who hadn’t expected her to be the same as she had been before. He took her as she was, welcoming her into his and his son’s life, both of them helping her piece herself back together. Over time she felt her affection for Aaron shifting from purely friendship to more. Although, if she was honest with herself, she knew those feelings had been around for much longer. 

He’d asked her out, something that surprised her because she was so sure she would have had to be the one to cross that line. He’d been nervous, tripping over his words in a way she’d never have expected from him, and it made him all the more endearing to her. Later, when they were curled up around each other in his bed, he’d admitted he’d never asked anyone out before, that Haley had been the one to ask him on a date all those years ago. 

They loved each other. They’d said it to each other on their third date, timing that would have scared her with anyone else but with him, it just felt right. As if they’d been slowly walking towards each other their whole lives, the bright light they both needed after the darkest of nights. 

No one, except Jess and Jack, knew about them yet. Emily knew that they had nothing to hide, but finding the right time to tell the team seemed to be impossible. It’s how they find themselves almost 12 weeks in with their relationship still a secret. She can’t say she doesn’t enjoy that aspect of it, the sneaking around and stolen moments with the man she loves, but she was also excited to be able to show how much they loved each other to their friends. They’d decided they’d tell them at Dave’s 4th July party in two days' time. A deadline that still felt so far away when all she could think about was kissing him even though they were in the office. 

Before she can say anything else, Penelope bounds over, clearly already a couple of glasses of the punch down, a wide smile on her face. 

“What are you two doing over here?” She asks enthusiastically. 

“Hiding,” Emily replies quickly, “You know I hate these things. Hotch was keeping me company.” 

They exchange a look over Penelope’s head, and something slightly dangerous flashes in Aaron’s eyes, making Emily’s stomach flip. 

It’s a couple of hours later when it gets too much for her, the heated glances across the room driving her crazy. She gives Penelope and JJ an excuse that was going to the bathroom, hoping that they’d actually think she was going to sneak a cigarette like she sometimes did when she was drinking. She walks into the supply closet on the same floor as the bullpen and closes the door behind her, firing off a text to Aaron before she pushes her phone into her pocket. 

He’s knocking on the door in less than two minutes, walking in with a curious look on his face. 

“Is everything ok, Em?” He asks as he closes the door behind him, walking towards her. 

She nods, reaching out for his hand and tugging him close, her arms around his waist as she stamps a kiss to his jaw, “Yes, I just wanted a moment alone with you.”

Aaron raises his eyebrow at her as he pulls back and looks down at her, “Em, you text me 911.” 

She shrugs, biting her lower lip as she grasps at the open collar of his shirt, “It is an emergency,” she says, kissing his cheek and then the corner of his lips, “I need you.” 

He groans as she pushes her hips against his, “Sweetheart,” he says, kissing her quickly, “We only have to stay for another couple of hours,” he pulls back, “Then I’ll take you home.” 

She looks up at him through her lashes, “Honey, we both know Penelope will convince us all we need to go to the bar,” she says, pouting in a way she’d later deny, “We won’t get home for hours.” 

He smiles at her and tucks her hair behind her ear. He wanted her too, he always did, but he knew logically this wasn’t a good idea. But he’d had a few glasses of punch, tequila and desire for her clouding his usual ironclad judgment. 

“Sweetheart…”

She knows he’s wavering, something she’d counted on as she watched Penelope force a third glass of punch into his hands only twenty minutes ago. He was always desperate for her, but anytime he was drinking his ability to hide it was diminished. She smiles as she pulls him back in for another kiss, her hands grasping the back of his shirt, creasing the material in her fists. He deepens the kiss this time, any apparent hesitance to this happening long gone. 

She reaches down and cups him through his pants, smirking as she feels how hard he is, groaning as he nips lightly at her neck, careful not to leave a mark that the others would see when they went back out to the party. He kisses his way back up her throat before he grabs her ear lobe between his teeth and whispers in her ear. 

“Turn around.” 

She shivers as his breath skips over her skin and she does as she’s told. She knows she should hate it, hate that she so quickly follows his demands, but she can’t bring herself to. He presses himself against her, trapping herself between his chest and the shelving unit as he wraps his arms around her, his hands drifting down to the button and zipper of her pants, undoing them with ease. He pulls them and her underwear down, letting them fall to her ankles, the material gathering around her boots. 

Aaron steps back to look at her, a growl rumbling in his chest at the sight of her. He crouches down behind her, his hands spreading her thighs as far apart as they will go with her feet still trapped in her pants. He lets his fingers trail over marks he’d left behind last night, bruises of his fingerprints and teeth tattooed into her inner thighs. She gasps as he kisses one of them, his name escaping her breathlessly. He knows they don’t have time to waste, that the others would come looking for them soon, and he feels his need for her becoming desperate. He buries his face in her, licking through her once from behind, groaning at the taste of her, at how slick she is.

“So ready for me already, Em,” he says, turning his head to nip at her thigh. 

“Fuck,” she grunts out as he does it again, her hands reaching out and grasping the shelf in front of her. She shivers as he hears Aaron stand up, followed by the rasp of his zipper and the sound of his pants falling past his hips. He steps closer, his hands on her hips as he tilts them towards him before he guides himself into her, her breath catching in her throat at the familiar stretch of him, her nails scratching against the metal shelving. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he groans, resting his forehead against the back of her head, his grip on her hips tightening, “You feel so fucking good.”

She nods, her words stolen by the feeling of being overwhelmed by him. He doesn’t move, making her feel every inch of him as he remains seated deep within her, smirking against her temple as she clenches around, desperately trying to move her hips as he holds her in place. She has no choice but to let it happen, trapped between him and the shelves and his large hands, totally at his mercy in a way that she loves. In a way she’d never let anyone else do to her because she trusts him completely. 

“Aaron,” she breathes out, her lungs stuffed full of desire, “Please.” 

He’d loved to keep her here, to make her beg for what he knows she wants, but they don’t have time. They’ve already been gone too long and were walking a dangerous path. He knew the team would find out about them eventually, but he didn’t want it to be because they found them in a supply closet at work with their pants around their ankles. 

He finally starts to move against her and she rests her head back against his shoulder, turning to kiss his jaw. She smiles as he tilts his head so their lips meet, the kiss as messy as it was perfect. They fall into a familiar rhythm, both giving as good as the other, the small space they were in filling with the sound of their breathless moans and skin slapping against skin. She clenches around him as he thrusts into her, moaning as he hits so deeply inside of her because of the angle that she’s sure he’s carving out a space for himself, ensuring that she’ll be feeling him for days after this. 

He moves his hands from her hips, making her hiss as he does in a way that lets her know he’s left bruises behind, more evidence of his desperation for her left beneath her clothes. One of his hands moves downwards to draw soft circles against her clit, making her break their kiss with a gasp. He smiles as her breath skips across his skin. He grasps her chin with his other hand, holding her in place so he can watch her face as she falls apart. She grasps his arms, her nails digging into the bare skin of his forearms, 

“Aaron,” she gasps out, her hips stuttering against his. She can feel it building in her belly, fire threatening to spread throughout her body, her vision starting to go white. 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, his words muffled against her cheek, “Let me feel it.” 

He swipes his thumb over her clit again and it pushes her over the edge. He captures her lips in a kiss again to swallow her moan, still just about aware enough of their surroundings to not want to draw attention to them. 

She knows the only reason she stays standing is because he’s holding her up, her legs feeling like jelly as her orgasm makes them shake. She feels him start to speed up, his thrusts getting messier and less consistent, his hand that had been on her clit drifting up and under her tank top, cupping her breast through her bra, his thumb pressing into the hickey he’d left the night before next to the brand mark. 

“Come on, baby,” she says, gasping again as he continues to thrust into her, her body still sensitive, she pulls back to look at him, ignoring the pull in her neck as their eyes meet, smiling as she repeats his words, “Let me feel it.” 

He comes inside of her with a growl he muffles into her neck, his hold on her tight as he lets go, the breath knocked out of him. 

It takes a few seconds but his grasp on her becomes softer, his lips gentle against her cheek as he kisses her, joining in as she chuckles. 

“Ok, now I really don’t want to go out with the others,” she says, stamping a kiss against his lips. He laughs and pulls away from her, both of them slightly bereft as he slips out of her. She’s quick to pull up her underwear and pants. She grimaces as she feels him leak out of her into the seat of her underwear, and she shifts her hips back and forth. She looks at him and watches as he pulls his pants back up, “When we get back to yours we’re doing that again, and then showering,” she says, smiling as she wraps her arms around his neck, “And maybe we’ll do it again in the shower.”

He wraps his arms around her, his hands on her hips, his touch more gentle than it had been just moments before. 

“Think we can get out of drinks?” He asks, already knowing the answer before she shakes her head as she laughs. 

“Absolutely not, you know how persuasive Pen can be.” 

___

“Just follow me.”

Derek groans as he follows Penelope down the hallway towards the supply closet, JJ, Dave and Spencer just behind him.

“Baby girl, I believe you ok, I don’t need to find people I work with hooking up.” 

“It happens every year,” she says, ignoring his protests, “And no one ever believes me.” 

“Maybe thats because you spike the punch,” JJ quips, smiling when Penelope turns and narrows her eyes at her.

“Where are Emily and Hotch?” Spencer asks, frowning as they turn the corner to the hallway with the supply closet

Penelope shrugs, “Emily is having one of her shame cigarettes, and I don’t know about Hotch.” 

“He said something about stepping out to call Jack,” Dave says as they all come to a stop outside of the supply closet, “Ok, we’re here. Are we going to burst in or wait whoever is in there out?”

“Well, I…”

Penelope drifts off as they hear voices coming from inside, the words dulled slightly by the closed door. 

“When we get back to yours we’re doing that again, and then showering, and maybe we’ll do it again in the shower.”

They all stand in stunned silence, and JJ is the first to speak, “Was that…Emily?” 

“Who would she be in there with?” Derek asks, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. 

“I’d usually guess Mick Rawson but he’s away on-”

“Think we can get out of drinks?” 

The team audibly gasps this time, Aaron’s deep voice even clearer than Emily’s had been as it travels through the door. 

“Oh my God,” Penelope squeals, the laughter coming from inside the closet enough to ensure they won’t hear her. 

“Absolutely not, you know how persuasive Pen can be.” 

Emily’s words kick Penelope into action, and she opens the door, the smell of sex and sweat filtering out into the hallway.  

Emily and Aaron jump apart as they’ve been burned, both of them open-mouthed and staring at their friends, every one of their faces painted with a mixture of confusion and disgust. 

“You two are definitely coming to drinks,” Penelope says, her hands on her hips, “You both have a lot of explaining to do.” 

Emily’s shock wears off first, and she turns to Aaron, her eyebrows creased as she lightly hits his chest, narrowing her eyes as he grabs her hand and squeezes it as she glares at him, ignoring the team momentarily as she whispers through her teeth. 

“You didn’t lock the goddamn door?” 

-x-

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(1/? I 416 I Teen I Stiles/Napoleon Dynamite)

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Number Two, he needs kick ass moves, drawing and seductive lines to get Stiles Stilinski to go on one date.

Just one.

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(1/1 I 1,822 I Explicit I Stiles/Allison)

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(1/1 I 3,774 I Teen I Stiles/Bret)

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(9/9 I 30,228 I Mature I Stiles/Deucalion)

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(6/? I 46,806 I Explicit I Sterica)

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Always With You by Slayer_of_Destiny 

(8/8 I 47,398 I Mature I Stiles/Harry Potter)

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(36/36 I 147,954 I Mature I Stackson)

McCall pack is happy and healthy. Jackson has graduated high school, he's mended his relationship with his parents, he's more than content with the bond he has with his alpha, he has a wonderful sister, he has friends, and, above all, he has a wonderful boyfriend in Stiles. He wants to enjoy what he has for as long as he can. But the horrific designs of the Dread Doctors and the nefarious schemes of Theo Raeken might destroy everything he's worked so hard to achieve.