#Baker x nerd

[austinpetrini]

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[gingerjolover]

no one can convince me Julien doesn’t love being praised both in innocent and non innocent situations. like she’s over their being protective boyfriend but really she melts at the slightest compliment, like fuzzy eyed…

ohhhhhh anon cutie, let's discuss shall we:

rpf and rpf smut under da cut minors gtfo <3

you're so right, ok look boyfriend!jules LOVES to give you praise but almost loves receiving it more because the way you praise her so sweet and soft she literally, literally melts on the floor

im thinking of like dirty shirleys!julien like before whatever his face (cant remember what i named the rando and honestly can't be arsed to check) starts flirting with you, julien is posted up, back against the bar watching the crowd, and your surroundings, hand on your thigh as she keeps her eyes behind you, watching the bar in a protective manner. every few minutes she kisses your head or rubs your back while you talk to your friends. And Julien is just minding her business, but you lean on your palm and look her up and down, tug her hand to grab her attention, and just pull her down, telling her how good she looks, truly innocently like you just think her outfit is nice and her tattoos look great under her shirt and she gets all blushy and wide-eyed

shes 100% the type to be like, "babe stoooop," while you kiss her cheek and her skin is all hot and pink and she's trying to be tough and be cool about it (oooaaahhhhhHHHHH) but she lit cant help it because you make her squirm because there's something almost uncomfy about you praising her like she gets overwhelmed by praise in a good way (does this make sense?)

okay looooook, dom!julien doesnt break for anything EXCEPT praise. she doesn't care if you're crying or begging or squirming around (obvi w consent if you weren't enjoying yourself or uncomfy you can forget this she puts your comfort and safety above everything) but you praise her through mumbled tones, your voice whiny and breathy and she's FOLDINGGGGG

i imagine it's a situation where she's just going to town with the strap i mean just rocking your shit, she's leaning over you, one hand on your hip, the other on the bed next to your head and she has your knee bent and your eyes haven't been opened once and she's going too hard at such a brutal pace to even care that she can't see your eyes and she doesn't even notice through your moans that you've opened them and are staring at her. through just the neediest whine you're like "fuck you're so pretty like this jay," and suddenly her rhythm is out of whack and her hips are faltering and her chest and neck and cheeks grow pink and shes leaning down on top of you, holding your cheeks as she licks into your mouth, her hips moving faster.

we can talk about subby!julien but you could lit be like, "i like your shirt" and she'd be wide-eyed and blushing and begging to eat you out because you literally just made her entire night with a simple sentence

long story short, jules LOVES praise

[swagsauce23]

i've never been in love before (now all at once it's you)

Pairing/s: Jirou Kyouka x jazz!Reader

Summary: Jirou finds the silence of the night unbearable to sleep through, Bakugo invites her to a place everyone in UA has apparently known about except her.

Content: 6.1k words, mild hurt w comfort, sad themes, fluff too tbh, bakugo uses gay as an insult jokingly, “im gon kms” jokes, they/them for reader, mentions of reader’s parents, takes place post-war arc, jirou+bakugo siblingship cuz i said so

A/N: chat not proofread + i have not written in months + and i havent touched mha in YEARS!!! soz cuz this is pretty long part 2 coming in as soon as i actually finish it LOL

The silence is deafening for Jirou.

She shuffles onto her right side, the bandage covering the (non-existing?) half of her left ear slightly stings as it’s exposed to the chilly air of the night. The sounds of blankets and pillows shifting against her right ear provides little comfort against the booming quiet.

She doesn’t hear the others downstairs cheering as Satou brings his homemade snacks for movie night. She doesn’t hear the shouts and video game noises across from Denki’s dorm. Doesn’t hear Mina gossiping in Hagakure’s room that’s down the hall. 

She doesn’t hear Midoriya training just outside the building, having been moved to a more safer facility in the school grounds for his injuries, nor does she hear Aoyama’s faint classical music in the floor below her, having refused to return to 1A since it’s been discovered that he’s— 

Jirou suddenly feels dizzy.

She sits up in her bed, hands gripping onto the blanket over her lap as burning chills suddenly appear through her one earphone jack. She pushes the blanket away, shivering as she stands up from her bed to make way outside of her dorm. 

She’s slightly surprised to see the kitchen lights turned on once she makes her way downstairs. Turning a corner, she looks and sees who’d be awake at the dead of night. 

With the kettle bubbling in the background, Bakugo has his elbows leaned against the counter, brows furrowed as he fiddles with what seems to be some sort of small device in his hands.

“Bakugo?” Jirou says, interrupting him from his deep trance. He snaps his head in her direction, a small sound of surprise coming out of him, eyes wide, startled, as if he didn’t seem to notice Jirou standing there, eye bags on her face as she uses one arm to steady herself against a kitchen wall.

“God, it’s just you.” He sighs, tiredness evident in his voice, turning his head back with his hand rubbing at his temple. “Why are you up?” She asks, taking a seat on one of the chairs near the kitchen island that’s between her and Bakugo as he tsks at the small device in his hand and pockets it in his jacket.

“It’s too fuckin’ loud.” He cryptically says and Jirou gives him a weird look. It’s been quiet all night even with the state of her ears. It’s too quiet, she thinks.

Jirou only hums, doesn’t push any more as the tiredness seems to suddenly seep in. She stares at the kettle beside him. “What are you making?” Jirou asks, following his eyes towards the boiling water machine. She feels normal again, asking Bakugo what he’s making.  

“It’s just for the noise.” He dryly answers, his eyes squinting as if in annoyance as the sounds from the kettle get quieter. Jirou’s eyes finally land on his attire, only noticing the unusual attire the blonde is wearing that one usually wouldn’t wear at this time of night. She thought that he’d be wearing full-on silk bed robes with how tired he also seemed to look.

“You’re goin’ somewhere?” Jirou asks again subconsciously, eyes focused on the kettle as silence quickly fills the air as the machine comes to a quiet. Bakugo turns to her with frustration. “Awfully curious, ay?” He snaps, with almost an edge to his voice. Jirou looks back at him and immediately puts on an apologetic look upon seeing the blonde’s face that’s littered with tired marks and scars. “Sorry.” She says, looking away and putting her focus on the marble island in front of her. 

“No, I— Ugh, fuckin’ hell.” Bakugo complains, guilt seeping in with the exhaustion in his tone. He roughly rubs his temple before leaning across the counter and turning the kettle on again. Turning back against the counter again, tense and stiff, heaving as he rubs his hands against the black coat he’s wearing. 

The reappearing noises of the kettle comfortingly takes up the space for the two young heroes. 

Beat. 

Beat.

“What about you?” He asks so quietly that Jirou barely catches it. “What?” She looks back up at him, “Why are you awake, dumbass.” He repeats with a familiar groan. Jirou snorts, “Can’t sleep, you know, it’s, I—” She starts before pausing when her hand comes up to lean up against the left side of her face. She pauses, not noticing Bakugo's empathetic look

“I’m goin’ out.” He says, interrupting her from her silence as she looks back up at him.

“To, meet someone.” What? 

“At this time?” She raises an eyebrow, “What are you— you doing drugs or something, dude?” She jokes, Bakugo scoffs, a small smile on his face. “Fuck you. No, I’m goin’ to the Midnight Lounge.” He retorts.

“Midnight Lounge? That sounds like a bar.” Jirou says, eyebrow raising higher at Bakugo. “That’s ‘cause it is, idiot.” He says, as if it’s common knowledge, up until he takes in the look of confusion and suspicion on Jirou’s face.

“You know we’re underaged, right?” She accuses with an amused smile.

“Not really a bar anymore since rebranding but,” Bakugo quickly comes to defend himself, “It’s a jazz bar, but don’t act stupid— Everyone knows it’s more of a diner than a bar, ears.”

Jirou ignores his nickname for her, still looking at him with a face of increased confusion. “..Have you not been there before?” Bakugo asks slowly, as if asking if someone knows how to breathe oxygen.

“This is like, my first time hearing of this, jazz-diner-bar, dude.”

Bakugo is taken aback. “You haven’t been to Midnight Lounge?” He asks again, as if it would change Jirou’s answer as she shakes her head no, “Used to be called Mighty Melodies?” Bakugo clarifies and Jirou continues to shake her head in confusion.

“You fuckin’ serious with me right now?” He asks again, and Jirou is concerned with how insistent he is with making sure that Jirou has absolutely never, ever heard or taken a foot inside this Midnight or Mighty Melodies Lounge place he’s talking about.

“Dude, what the hell are you on?” She asks jokingly, but not really. “What the hell are you on?” Bakugo retorts back before taking a good look at her with squinted eyes, like he’s trying to dissect what’s happening under Jirou’s brain.

“Come with me.” He says.

“What?” Jirou looks at him as if he chopped off her other earphone jack.

“Go back to your room and get dressed, idiot. Come with me.” He repeats, clearly annoyed.

“It’s late.” 

“Neither of us are goin’ back to sleep anytime soon, nerd. We’re old enough to skip bedtime.” He argues. “Seriously, go get a jacket or somethin’ and we’ll go.” He adds when he notices Jirou’s skeptical look.

“Hurry the fuck up before I throw my sweat at you and make you explode!” He threatens, raising his voice as he puts up one hand to make small sparks to add to the antic.

Jirou laughs before getting up and raising her hands in surrender, “Okay, okay! I’ll go!” She says before quickly making her way back up to her dorm.

Bakugo looks at her retreating form and lets out a small amused huff, shaking his head before letting his ears focus on the bubbling from the kettle.

-

The air is colder outside compared to Jirou’s room as she and Bakugo walk the streets of a small part of the city near the school, towards whatever place Bakugo was insistent on bringing Jirou along.

“What are you even doing in a place like that, Bakugo?” Jirou asks, mist coming out of her mouth as winter is just right around the corner. 

“Weren’t you listening? Told ‘ya I had someone to meet over there.” Bakugo replies, Jirou hums before tucking further into her purple and black striped scarf. “Gotta get somethin’ from ‘em. Shitty ear aid broke.” He adds. Jirou’s both surprised and in awe he seems okay with talking about what should be such a somewhat sensitive topic with her. 

“Might fuckin’ help you too or somethin’, I don’t fuckin’ know.” He mutters, more quietly than ever but Jirou manages to just catch it. Her boots pause with a dumbfounded look at her face but quickly go back to walking when Bakugo turns on a corner of the street. 

She walks beside him as they both stand in front of a tall, but humble building. Warm lights gleam from the inside as the sound of soft jazz fills the air. A wooden sign engraved with the words Midnight Lounge hangs above the entrance door.

Jirou stands there admiring the atmosphere, focusing on the music that’s flowing through and the details she’s trying so hard to pick apart. She snaps from her trance when a bell jingles over the door Bakugo opens.

Jirou and Bakugo enter the building, the former looks around the establishment as she trails behind the blonde as he leads them into a small booth in a corner near the front door. Jirou sees about 5 or 6 groups of people occupying the tables on the main floor, with several people on their own taking refuge near what seems to be the bar area, although the chalkboard menus filled with all sorts of dishes and drinks suggest otherwise.

“This is like, peak atmosphere.” Jirou comments as they sit down, her eyes finally landing on the big stage that’s placed on the far end of the establishment where a live band is playing.��

“It’s— just like, right around the corner too. How the hell have I not been here?” Jirou says, looking back at Bakugo who’s taking off his coat, revealing the warm orange sweater he’s wearing. “You fuckin’ tell me,” He starts, “Almost everyone in our class knows about this place, y’know.” 

Jirou looks at him with wide eyes, “For real? Didn’t know you guys hated me like that.” She jokes, “You said it, not me.” Bakugo snickers. “Ass.” Jirou lets out a small smile before turning her gaze back to the stage. “Nobody told the little runt about this, if that helps.” Bakugo adds.

“Little runt? Mineta? Jesus, Bakugo.” Jirou sighs while a small snort comes from Bakugo. She shakes her head, eyes observing the different musicians in the band, her eyes following the pianist who stands up from his instrument and onto the stage where the microphone is, “So where’s this friend that you’re supposed to meet?”  

“Can’t fuckin’ wait a little? Shut up, it’s ‘boutta start.” Jirou turns back to him to give him an unamused look when all of the sudden, the lights inside the building start to dim.

A spotlight is cast upon the stage, highlighting the pianist Jirou was just eyeing earlier. A man with slick-back brown hair, with an impressive moustache adjusts his bowtie before tapping the mic once, twice then three times.

“Good evening, folks. Welcome to the Midnight Lounge.” He starts, a smooth, buttery voice coming out of him that catches everyone’s attention in the room. “We’re about to start our last and final performance, with a special guest that I’m sure many of us admire!” A few people clap and whoop, “So sit back, relax, and enjoy the rest of the night.” The man goes back and takes his seat again on the piano and Jirou takes this opportunity to look back at Bakugo.

“Was that him? You looking for ways to grow a moustache?” Jirou jokes and Bakugo lightly shoves her to turn back to the stage, “Shut up, idiot. Watch the perfor—” Applauds and cheers from the rest of the establishment quickly cut Bakugo off as Jirou tries to look back to see who’s the special guest on stage—

A soft, delicate voice comes and cuts through the crowd, their cheers quiet down as the piano picks up and the drums softly blend into the singing voice. Jirou looks at the other patrons as they nod their head to the music, conversations stopped as some take the time to admire the singer on the stage. 

She sneaks a peek at Bakugo who’s completely entranced, his previously rigid and tight stance completely melted away. She knew by the way his eyes almost seem to share the same look every time he’d practice the drums every rehearsal during the sports festival. It looks like he’d fall asleep any moment now.

Her eyes are redirected to you. Words barely comprehended and processed as a  saxophone solo comes into the song, all she could do was sit mesmerized as you share smiles with the musicians on stage, sitting on a wooden stool that’s propped near the microphone. When your voice returns to sing, she thinks she'll be okay with staying in that moment forever. 

She can hear the hi-hats and the soft sounds of a brush against the drums, the different chords from the piano, each and every note from the saxophone rings so clearly in her ears. She can hear your voice so clearly, like light at the end of the tunnel. For a moment, it feels like she can finally have a good night’s rest.

A moment that passes too quickly for her liking. 

All of a sudden, the saxophone plays its last note, the piano softly blending back into silence, your voice lasts just a little bit longer, until that ends too. The silence that fills the space your voice once taken has never felt so comforting to Jirou before.

A small beat passes, before the patrons in the store all cheer. The lights slowly turn back on and shine a light of warmness across the room. You stand up from your chair and bow, dragging the other band members with you as well.

Jirou barely registers that the performance has ended until Bakugo snaps his fingers in front of her. “Oi, emo. Pay attention.” He says with a smug smirk on his face, the tight tension has returned to his body, but Jirou thinks it looks evidently more relaxed than before.

She looks at him, bewildered at what she just experienced. “What the hell was that?” She asks him as Bakugo only leans back against the cushioned booths with his smirk only growing bigger as if he’d done something groundbreaking. “That was my friend.” He says with pride.

“No way. Did you just hear their voice? That’s fucking crazy.”

“Fuck yeah.”

“I’m not joking, that was literally the most euphoric thing I’ve ever experienced.”

He snickers at her, before looking back at where you were near the stage, greeting and thanking the patrons who were all talking to you. Jirou turns to see what he’s looking at, seeing you slowly approach their table. She quickly turns to Bakugo with a panicked look and he can only laugh at her stupid face.

-

A patron calls out your name and you turn your head, “Aye! Amazing show there, kid. Fantastic voice!” They say and you bow your head in thanks, “Thank you! Come again soon!” You say, heading off to another table to greet guests before a loud, boisterous laughter catches your attention.

Your ears lead you to a table with what seems like a purple-haired girl with her head clenched between her hands and a boy with spiky, blonde, hair with— “Katsuki?” You say out loud, unknowingly calling out his name as the two of you lock eyes. He stops laughing as he nods at you, raising his hand to call for you. “Oi! Come over here!” 

Jirou only stares at you as you make your way over to their table, barely registering anything as you and Bakugo interact. 

Bakugo quickly stands up from his table to greet you with a hesitant side hug, much to Jirou’s surprise. “You’re alive!” You say, quickly checking to see any wounds on him, your eyes landing on his very burnt ears. “No aid?” You ask softly, concern laced in your voice. 

“Of course I’m alive, I’m not a fuckin’ wimp.” He boasts first, making you roll your eyes. “And, yeah. I’m here for that.” He quickly taps his ear and you nod in understanding.

The feeling she got from you doesn’t waver one bit, your speaking voice entrances her just as much as you were singing. A passing thought comes to her with how comfortable Bakugo seems to be with you, it must be the tiredness, she reasons. Although she’d understand if it’s due to anything related to your demeanor that seems to fill everyone in the room with peace. 

“This is Jirou. Jirou Kyouka.” He says, turning to the purple-haired girl across the table. Your eyes widen, noticing the other party at the end of the table. A girl sits in one of your booths with tense shoulders and hands pocketed as she’s dressed in a gray-ish, purple coat, and what seems to be her scarf laid on the space beside her. Jirou Kyouka. You swear you’ve heard that name somewhere before. 

You hold out a hand for her to shake, introducing yourself, making Jirou snap back to your eyes. “Is Jirou okay?” You test the name on your lips, puzzle pieces connecting in your brain as you piece together who she is. She nods, eyes wide as she takes your hand. “Jirou Kyouka. I can’t believe it took us this long to meet.” A moment of silence passes when your fingers make contact, goosebumps running up your arms as your palms touch. Jirou’s brain blanks when you give her a small smile that she returns with a shaky one.

Bakugo sits back down from across her, and you quickly follow and sit beside him. Jirou’s hand is disconnected from yours as she raises her eyebrows, finally registering your question, “What do you mean?” She’s surprised that you seem to know who she is. 

You finally remember who she is, with her watered-down punk look that makes sense when you see smudges of eyeliner on her face and the endearing purple hairdo she has. “I’ve heard from the others in 1A all about you!” Jirou firmly believes that Denki has been here before and she wonders why he hasn’t told her about it. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before. Although it does seem like this place wouldn’t be your type. ” You reason, taking a peek at the metallic bracelets adorned on her hand. “You did amazing at the sports festival earlier this year and my mom’s a big fan of your dad’s work.” It feels as if the cold from outside suddenly came in as Jirou flushed from the praise.

“That’s why I brought her here today. Idiot’s never been here.” Bakugo explains with disbelief in his voice. “Not that I knew anything about this place, since nobody told me.” She retaliates, sending the blonde a small glare as he laughs.

“She’s emo. She doesn’t listen to jazz.” Bakugo comments again, and you let out a laugh. “Rude.” Jirou says, “Erm, I actually do, mind you. But not as much with other genres. You’ve seen our sports festival performance?” She realizes what you just said and ends up being even more surprised that she’s only met you just now, especially when it seems like you’re well-acquainted with the rest of her class.

You quickly shake your head, “Not in person, unfortunately.” Jirou lets out a small ah, “I wish I had though, I would’ve done anything to see Bakugo over here kill the drums.” You nod over at the blonde as he glows at the praise, “Watching from the television was good enough to catch how amazing your voice was though. Do you take classes?” Jirou barely registers the compliment before answering, “When I was younger, yeah! You?”

“Oh, no! But gosh, I wish I could.” You say with a sheepish smile, “Really? I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone with such,” She racks through her brain for a word, but falls empty, inwardly cursing herself as she tries to get the lump out of her throat. “with such a voice.” Sweet Ethel Cain, I’m gonna kill myself after this, she thinks.

Your smile slowly falls at her words, you swear you just felt the hairs on your legs rise along with the ones on her arms. Her shy compliment makes the corners of your mouth turn up again.

“That’s ‘cause of their quirk.” Bakugo interrupts, almost boasting. Jirou’s eyes widened in curiosity, ignoring Bakugo. She sees you shaking your head amused but ultimately nodding in agreement, “Yes, what you’re talking about might be because of my quirk.” 

“Shittyhead over here has a calming quirk and shit.” Bakugo adds, roughly patting your shoulder, “That is indeed the gist of it.” You chuckle, shoving Bakugo’s hands away from your shoulder, taking notice of the bandages and the fresh burns on his skin. Jirou thinks it only makes sense that you have a quirk that alters your voice, there’d be no other reasonable reason that could explain why in the world your voice was so enticing.

“What does it do?” Jirou asks before she could help herself, and she panics when she realizes that it could be a little insensitive to ask someone like that, “You can’t just ask someone why someone’s skin is pink, Kaminari!” A memory flashes through her of when Denki and Mina first met at UA, of which her yellow-haired best friend quickly found out that Mina is not a force to be reckoned with. She’s about to apologize until you let out a small laugh at her.

“It’s called Siren, well, at least that’s what my dad calls it.” You start, Jirou hangs on every single word you say, while Bakugo taps the table with his fingers. “Which doesn’t really make sense, my voice acts as a calming agent for others. I can’t lure you in or ask you to do things for me like a siren-like quirk would typically do.” Jirou doesn’t fathom why anyone would deny you anything you ask. She surely would.

What?

“I’ve been told it apparently has a different feeling for each person. Some say it’s like being lulled to sleep, others feel like they got everything they need at that moment. I don’t really know much about it.” You let out a small laugh, rubbing a hand against your neck.

“But your quirk is crazy fucking useful.” Bakugo suddenly compliments as you and Jirou turn to him with surprise, “I don’t understand why you wouldn’t apply for a course at some hero school. Your viability even if your quirk isn’t necessarily powerful or potent is huge.” He says, turning to meet your gaze with a genuine look, before you shake your head.

“Somebody needs to run this place,” you start hesitantly and Jirou notices Bakugo’s face almost, shrinking, into what seems like disappointment. It’s obvious you’ve had this conversation more than once with the pushy blonde, she thinks. “I won’t be any good in that field. You won’t believe the ruckus this place got when you guys were handling that supervillain a couple weeks ago.” You deflect away from the topic and Bakugo lets out a small frown but doesn’t push any further.

“Also, are you guys even allowed to be here?” You worry, suddenly remembering the time of the night and the presence of two minors being far away from somewhere that’s safe, protected and where they’re supposed to be. 

Jirou puts on a nervous smile while Bakugo gives you a sheepish look. “Come on, we’ve been here before all the time.” He reasons and you shake your head. “It wasn’t the same before, not with everything that has happened, Bakugo. Being here, it’s not safe.” You berate softly, the blonde winces at the use of his last name.

Jirou lets out a small laugh as Bakugo raises his hands in surrender, before pulling out the small device she’s seen him fiddling with earlier as he hands it to you. “We’ll go our way as soon as possible.” He says as you inspect the device, looking at the blonde with a sad smile. He looks over at Jirou as she gives him a slightly bewildered look, before turning to you again, “Maybe another one.” You nod, standing from your seat and removing yourself from the booth.

You turn to Jirou, giving her a comforting smile, “I’ll just go in the back. I’ll have some people serve you guys.” Jirou nods in understanding, turning to the drummer across from her with a million questions in her head as you leave from earshot.

“I have tinnitus.” Bakugo states blankly and Jirou acknowledges the faint look of vulnerability he has. “Ringing in the ears, guess that’s what you fuckin’ get for givin’ a kid an explosion quirk growing up.” He jests in an uncannily soft manner that quickly passes when a server comes up to them with two cups of what looks like hot chocolate. 

It’s common knowledge in class 1A that several members have drawbacks to their quirks. She’s noticed Denki has been significantly forgetful shortly after the battle has ended. Mina has had frequent burns despite having built her resistance to her own quirk for years. She thinks she’s heard Dark Shadow being restless in Tokoyami’s room when she went back up to her room to change.

But no doubt in her mind, the most evident one is Izuku. Jirou recalls watching him break every single possible part of his body to win against his competition during the sports festival. She didn’t think there could be anything worse than having parts of your body break every time you use your quirk.

She thought wrong when the others had said something about the green hero losing his quirk after the war. She didn’t even think that was possible. 

A hand subconsciously comes up to brush the hair behind her left ear, the lacking presence of half her quirk suddenly becomes apparent. Maybe it’s not such a crazy concept to think about. She puts her hand through the handle of the mug in front of her.

“Annoys the shit out of me. Fuckin’ worse than when dunceface babbles on and on and on,” Bakugo admits, cutting Jirou from her train of thought. “But it’s been too quiet and at the same time, it’s just—” He pauses, eyeing the mug full of hot chocolate in her hand. Jirou can only stay quiet as she eyes him a look full of pity, before his own eyes land on her. 

God, he hates that look. 

“It’s been too fucking loud.” He spits out, forcing his gaze on his own mug. Jirou looks at his pinched blonde brows, his red eyes that have been significantly softer compared to their first few months together at UA. 

“I—” Jirou starts, trying to think of something to say to take the space between them before the silence does. “I don't think I’ve been hearing good.” She winces, cringing at the way she words it. A silence comes between them, a rare comforting one, knowing that they’re in strange solidarity with their situations.

She hears Bakugo’s loud snort, “No shit, sherlock. You got half your fuckin’ ear blown off.” He jokes with a wolfish grin, and Jirou can’t help but smile at his blunt statement, letting out a few laughs.

“So, you’re getting like, what? Cochlear implants or something?” Jirou asks, having done a significant amount of research once she finally got back from the war to help with her hearing. 

But those implants can be pricey, and if she’s constantly being on the battlegrounds in the future where villains know about your very specific hearing quirk, she can’t even begin to think about how she’ll be able to afford replacing them without aid from her parents. She’d hate to ask anything more from them.

How can Bakugo get such important implants from a friend in a jazz bar? 

“Somethin’ like that,” He shrugs, “Of course, I can fuckin’ afford ‘em, but nobody has the fuckin’ time to wait months for that shit.” Jirou nods, that makes more sense. It’s a long process to get those and if her quirk had affected that process too, it’d be even longer for her.

“Then what are you getting?”

“You know about Y/N’s quirk. It’s crazy fucking useful, my only fuckin’ complaint is that I can’t drag them with me all the time so they can get this stupid fucking ringing outta my ear.” He huffs and Jirou raises an eyebrow.

He gives her a pointed look, “Come on, you can’t tell me that voice isn’t as clear as fucking glass.” She shrugs, but nods, “I mean, yeah. But what does that have to do with anything?” 

“IEMs that play a loop of their voice. Glorified fucking earphones. Not any better than the real person, have to shove the thing down my ear, but it helps when I’m tryin’ to sleep.” Bakugo admits nonchalantly while Jirou looks at him with shock.

“So, you’re sleeping to the sound of their voice?” Jirou asks playfully but a part of her is genuinely curious.

Bakugo looks at her with a stunned look until it dawns upon him how else his words could be interpreted, “Okay, fuck you. You’re makin’ it sound gay.” He swats at the air in front of her while Jirou lets out a snort, backing away from him. “Don’t make it weird, you piece of shit. It’s not like that.” He defends.

“Whatever toots your horn, bakubro.” Jirou raises her hands in surrender, teasing him as Bakugo fake-spits at her. 

“But does it actually work, though?” The purple-haired girl asks.

“Does for me. I know the other shitfaces in class seek them out. Dunno if they ask for it.” He explains and Jirou can’t help but feel left out, not having known about you like the others did. “You’ll fuckin’ find out soon enough, I asked one for you too.” Jirou nods, unsure how to feel about sleeping to some stranger’s voice. 

But she remembers how she felt when you sang and she admits that all the comments about your quirk are very accurate. The concept of falling asleep to someone’s voice isn’t unfamiliar to her and if Bakugo’s doing it, it’s probably worth something good.

“How did you even meet them?” Jirou asks Bakugo, looking at the door where you disappeared to that’s on the far end of the establishment.

“Parents are friends with the folks. Mom loved jazz.” Bakugo says plainly, his hands tapping against the table becomes more rattled as his eyes nervously follow the musicians in the background, stopping and slowly packing their instruments one by one, the silence slowly yet surely filling the air.

“You listen to jazz?” Jirou adds, Bakugo doesn’t seem like the type to listen to anything remotely soft. He raises an eyebrow at her, “The brush techniques for the drums are good. What, you don’t think jazz is for everyone, shithead?” Bakugo pokes at her while Jirou pokes her tongue out at him. “I’m just curious.”

The blonde lets out a snort as he takes a sip from his mug, and Jirou does the same too. The bell above the door rings ever so often as the people in the room leave one by one, the cold air breezing in every time.

Both of their mugs are empty by the time you come back to their table. Your face shining that it almost blinds Jirou, complimented and highlighted by the lights, even though she swears the lights have dimmed. 

You quickly hand something to Bakugo and he nods at you in small thanks. Jirou observes the distressed look on your face before your head turns to look at the near-empty establishment. “It’s late. As much as I’d love to catch up, you guys need to go back to UA and sleep, alright?” A sigh comes out of you, “We’re about to close, anyways.”

Bakugo lets out a small huff before nodding, standing up from the booth to face you as Jirou stands up from her side as the two heroes let you guide them back outside the establishment.

It’s cold when Jirou is the first one to step out, she quickly brandishes her scarf around her neck, turning her head to see you and Bakugo exchange a quick hug with a few pats on the back, she finds herself warming at the rare sight.

“It’s been so good seeing you, Katsuki. I’m glad you guys are alright.” Jirou questions how the smile on your face shines so bright despite your back facing the lights from the building.

“I know the bar’s called the Midnight Club but that doesn’t mean you should always be coming here at the dead of night, alright?” The two students laugh, nodding. 

“We’ll come back soon, nerd. Expect that I’ll be eating all the wings on your menu.” Bakugo says, closing the last few buttons on his coat. Jirou nods, she definitely wants to come back. “The music, it was really awesome. I’m glad I got to meet you.” She shivers, whether it’s because of the cold or from your eyes on her, she doesn’t know.

Your smile widens at her words, “Me too. Seriously. I hope you come back.” Your ears pierce through her. Jirou flushes, it must be getting colder.

 Bakugo hums, “The two of you, I mean.” You clarify, turning to see Bakugo’s pondering face hidden by the scarf he’s put on again.

“Right.” He says, a small, mischievous grin on his face before he turns back and goes his way. “See you later, nerd.” He raises his hand as farewell and you chuckle.

Jirou looks at him going back to the street from where they came from before turning back to you, “I should go.” She sheepishly says.

You laugh, letting out a small breath, “Right.”

She smiles before quickly jogging to the blonde’s path, not before turning her head around one more time to see you. “Thank you for the drinks! Have a good night!” She manages to shout out, waving her hand goodbye, already half across the street.

You wave back, letting out an even louder laugh that she can hear despite the distance, “No problem! Take care!”  

Jirou watches your distancing figure waving as she walks towards Bakugo, before you eventually go back inside. The last few people going back out as you exchange your goodbyes with them.

She lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in, turning to Bakugo on her right, who’s looking at her with a knowing grin.

“What?”

“Nothing.” His eyes go back to focusing on the path in front of them.

-

The silence is comforting as the two make their way back to school, crickets chirping and leaves falling and it feels like it took no time to finally arrive back in the school dorms.

Bakugo takes off his scarf and sheds his coat, quickly going back to the kitchen to turn the kettle on. Jirou eyes him as she takes off her scarf.

“Not going to bed yet?”

“Makin’ more hot chocolate.” He says, Jirou hums before making her way back to the dorms— “Wait, Jirou.” Bakugo calls for her as she turns around confused.

Bakugo puts his hand out with a small device, reaching out for her to grab it. “Airpods?” Jirou eyes the device, taking it in her hands. “Works the same as one. Button on the side. It starts playing the shit.” Bakugo explains and Jirou nods in understanding.

“Thank you, Bakugo.” Jirou gives the tall blonde a smile.

He nods, “Don’t be fuckin’ loud.” Jirou snorts as the somewhat affectionate words, or as affectionate Bakugo could be, leaves out of his mouth before he turns back to the kitchen.

Jirou stares at his still figure for just a second before going back upstairs to her dorm.

-

The deafening silence returns as Jirou steps inside her room, taking off her boots to put aside as she eyes the belongings in the dorm she’ll need to be packing soon. 

Quickly changing back into her pajamas, she sits on the edge of the bed as she opens the small device, where two smaller devices sit. 

Taking them out of the case, she carefully places them in her ears, navigating the left one through the cotton bandages. 

She lies on her bed, uneasiness settling in her body before she presses one of the buttons on the side of her head.

Kyouka Jirou falls asleep to the sound of your voice that night.

[gaefandomlover]

pirate & nerd jock please! 🖤

Sorry this took so long....I really need to get some Ideas flowing for the thiam pirate au and my nerd/jock jasher fic, haha. It's time to raid my Pinterest.

There is one thing I can say for this Thiam Pirate AU... Prepare to melt in "Italian". Theo will be saying some heartfelt Italian endearments!

Fun Fact: I'm Italian, French, Polish, Irish, English (UK), and German! I'm currently learning Italian and French.

Game 2 ---

Thiam Pirate AU When I wasn't thinking about an idea for this fic, one just came out of nowhere! So I'm gonna share a bit, and if you like it, I might roll with it. - So basically, the idea is that Theo is the captain of his ship, with the main teen wolf cast as the crew, with Isaac, Erica and Boyd, and eventually Alec, Nolan, maybe even Cora. The ship name I've been toying with is "The Wolves" or simply "The Pack." Now, the idea: Liam is a "defenseless kid" who's been dragged along with his father's crew, but he's not treated well. He's basically a maid on the ship doing all the cleaning and laundry. His father's crew doesn't take him seriously even when he's been helpful, and his father doesn't like it when Liam corrects him on artifacts (Almost like a variation of Cinderella).

One day, Theo's crew is at a port loading up for their next journey when he sees Liam loading cargo or being talked down to by a crew member for being helpful/generous to someone -(I'm still playing around with this part)

Theo becomes infatuated with Liam from the start, and wants all information on Liam he can get his hands on, before leaving Port. I'm still figuring out the rest after that, like does Liam's father make him walk the plank for something, or does he get stranded in the middle of the ocean for some reason, or accidentally left at a port/island, or does Theo make a plan to follow Liam's father's ship as a Raid to cover the fact they are taking Liam..I have a lot of ideas, but at least let me know what you think of this main idea for the fic. Nerd/Jock - Jasher I still don't have much to this fic, but I reworked the plot/summary. Let me know if you like it!

Asher Adams may look like a nerd, with his glasses, mountain of textbooks, and no friends, but deep down, he’s just your average high Schooler at Beverly Hills High. Most students would assume he had it easy and that his life is perfect since he’s smart but they are far from it. His house is a war zone with his mom and dad fighting and his dad’s drinking problem. But to make matters worse, his dad is extremely homophobic - the last thing he’d do is tell his dad he’s gay. Jordan Baker is the typical jock, He's the Quarterback at Beverly Hills High. He struggles in a few subjects and wants Asher to help him over time. Jordan falls for him and gets Asher out of his shell. Asher slowly starts falling for Jordan, too, and they start dating. Just as they start to get comfortable, everything around them, especially in Asher's Home life, starts to unravel, and Jordan's team starts picking sides.

Now, I don't know if someone's written Jordan and Asher or Thiam like this elsewhere, and the last thing I want is to steal someone's idea if they have written them like this. But If not, I hope I can expand on both of these!

[thenerdsofcolor]

Hard NOC Life 343: Predicting 'AfroFutures' with Troy-Jeffrey Allen

With Dominic out this week, Keith welcomes Troy-Jeffrey Allen as a special co-host on Hard NOC Life. They discuss Troy’s latest project, AfroFutures, a 17+ magazine collecting comics and articles that fall under the wide umbrella of Black speculative fiction — from sci-fi and fantasy to action, drama, and…

[outoftheseine]

-AZRIEL “THE SHADOWSINGER” FIC RECS-

i am so obsessed with him it is not even funny | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, grief. some fics have 18+ content so minors please DNI.

main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

the trials of aphrodite • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @milswrites (unrequited love, so much pining)

unrequited love | part two • azriel x reader

↳ by @lyssasdrafts (angst)

a field of dandelions • azriel x witch!reader

↳ by @prythianpages (made my heart warm, some angst, smut)

bloodied bonds | sinner’s sacrifice • azriel x rhysand’s sister!reader

↳ by @ellievickstar (hanahaki au, angst)

if it all fell • azriel x reader

↳ by @pellucid-constellations (angst, comfort, i feel for azriel :()

the silent one | 2 | 3 | 4 | azriel x fem!oc

↳ by @feyreswaterybowels (found family, slowburn, angst, fluff, comfort, mute!oc, tw: past sa)

lonesome | part 2 • azriel x reader

↳ by @assassinsblade (angst)

ocean eyes • azriel x reader

↳ by @redheadspark (very fluffy, angsty at times, smut, dad!azriel)

crush • azriel x reader

↳ by @writingcroissant (so so fluffy, smut)

i laugh like me again… she laughs like you | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 • azriel x reader

↳ by @azrielbrainrot (very angsty, grief, violence, torture)

was any of it true? | full throttle | alt. ending • badboy!azriel x goodgirl!reader

↳ by @flickering-chandelier (modern au, angst, happy ending, smut)

pushed to the edge • azriel x seer!reader

↳ by @stormhearty (oh boy hurt me so good)

baker!reader x azriel

↳ by @imaginesmai (so fluffyyy)

and so, the stars aligned | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 • azriel x archeron!reader

↳ by @offthepages

finding home • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @parkerslatte

sweet like sugar • azriel x reader

↳ by @writingsbychlo (fluff, angst, smut)

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S

tiny shadows • azriel x reader

↳ by @xmalfoyweasleyx (fluff)

his shadows know • azriel x reader

↳ by @daycourtofficial (fluff)

he feels safe with you • azriel x reader

↳ by @florencemtrash (warm, fuzzy fluff)

the quiet between • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @thewulf (mean!az, angst, fluff)

you drew stars around my scars • azriel x reader

↳ by @flickering-chandelier (fluff, slight angst)

arcane • azriel x death god!reader

↳ by @serpentandlily (fluff, tw: alludes to sa)

butterfly kisses • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @itsswritten (fluff, suggestive)

threads of hazel • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @itsswritten (oh beautiful angst)

laborious activities • azriel x reader

↳ by @writingcroissant (fluff and labour things)

marriage-life • azriel x reader

↳ by @delulustateofmind (sooo fluffy)

baby blanket • azriel x reader

↳ by @sapphicmsmarvel (fluff)

implode • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @daydreaming-nerd (really angsty)

blinded • azriel x reader

↳ by @lady-of-tearshed (oh so angsty, unrequited love)

scartlet-tipped secrets; peonies, for you • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @angelshadowsinger (hanahaki au, unrequited love, angst)

totally annoying and not funny at all • azriel x reader

↳ by @sillymercury (fluff, little angst, literally idiots in love)

never yours • azriel x reader (lucien x reader)

↳ by @really-fanny-longbottom (angst, stupid azriel tbh, fluff)

let me keep you company • azriel x reader

↳ by @utterlyazriel (so so fluffy)

you found me • azriel x reader

↳ by @pit-and-the-pen (angst, blood, comfort)

pretty little shadowsinger • azriel x reader

↳ by @illyrianbitch (fluff)

happy ending • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @milswrites (fluff and a little angst)

pancake • azriel x reader

↳ by @acotarxreader (fluff, comfort, tw: panic attack)

domestic bliss • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @bat-boys (very fluffy, slightly suggestive)

and yesterday you were here with me • azriel x reader

↳ by @dawneternal (angst, comfort, tw: miscarriage)

(what if?) all i need is you • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @empiresofstorm (whipped azriel, comfort, fluff)

baby mine • azriel x reader

↳ by @thisblogisaboutabook (angst, comfort, fluff, tws: sa and trauma)

calypso • azriel x reader

↳ by @solbaby7 (fav kind of female rage, mentions of blood)

the girl who cheated death • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @utterlyotterlyx (fluff)

the tormented & the unforgiven • azriel x reader

↳ by @lucysstoryworld (very angsty, graphic torture)

tattoos older than you • azriel x archeron!reader

↳ by @surielstea (age-gap, suggestive)

“you were flirting with me?” • azriel x fem!reader

↳ by @thehighladywrites (suggestive, fluff, humour)

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17

regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected

choi seungcheol

◇ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow

camboy!seungcheol, ex's best friend!seungcheol, enemies to lovers

♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan

idol!seungcheol x pet sitter!reader

☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks

brother's best friend!seungcheol, friends to lovers

♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism

brother's best friend to lovers au

kim mingyu

☆ a sheep in wolf's clothing by @rubyreduji

virgin!mingyu x experienced reader

♤ creep by @smileysuh

serial killer!ghost!mingyu, touch starved!mingyu, halloween fic

ot8

◇ skz drabble by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy

a/b/o, cnc, primal play

♧ sharing = caring by @cbini

bf!chan sharing you

☆ camcorder by @tasteracha

bf!minho x reader x chan, a little pervy chan

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

chan x hyunjin x hongjoong x san x juyeon x reader

◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat

chan x felix x reader, threesome

lee minho

♧ dilf!minho by @cinhomi

dilf!minho x baby sitter!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

bang chan

☆ bad idea by @hyunsvngs

step dad!chan, getting together, infidelity

hwang hyunjin

♤ dressing down by @jl-micasea-fics

best friends to lovers, mutual pining

lee felix

◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz

best friends to lovers, fluffy smut

♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz

☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium

coworkers au, secretary!felix, office sex

ot7

♤ shadows we trust by @remedyx

supernatural au, mystical creatures!bts, dark circus au

◇ masked miracles by @remedyx

hybrid!bts, detective!reader

♧ stay alive by @staytinyville

mythical creatures!bts, supernatural au

☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades

hybrid!bts, witch!reader, supernatural au, some horror themes

♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane

dragon!bts, soulmates au, knights au

◇ the lucky seven by @riphobisbraces

hybrid!bts, princess!human!reader

♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz

hybrid!bts, reader has a farm, strangers to lovers

♧ oh, little red by @jincherie

wolf!yoongi x reader x wolf!jimin, red riding hood au

min yoongi

☆ celestial ruin by @remedyx

fallen angel!yoongi x angel!reader, corruption arc

♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis

fuckboy!yoongi x smartass!reader

kim taehyung

◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink

step brother!taehyung, forbidden romance, dub con

♧ black swan by @aris-ink

step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating

☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd

alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex

jeon jungkook

♤ family secrets by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, dry humping

◇ icarus by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex

♧ close by @aft3rhrs

step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance

choi soobin

☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris

soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play

♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar

soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin

◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu

shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader

♧ i &lt;3 nerds by @enha-cafe

nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au

multiple members

☆ drippin' by @ncteez

'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy

♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy

step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au

♧ sos by @neopuppy

a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut

lee jeno

☆ shameless by @neopuppy

step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con

♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies

roommates au, hand kink

lee mark

◇ i can help by @recklessmark

step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity

ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2

[machveil]

Collective Writings - Simon “Ghost” Riley

Collective Writings navigation page - current tab, tab two

all posts concerning Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley🌸✨ for fics 18+ please read content warnings (CW) - you come first! check the fic before you read it

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon Riley is a hater - reblog + blurb

Simon Riley having cuteness aggression - blurb

Simon Riley - shadow boxing/play wrestling/gentle movements - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley being a menace - headcanon

Retired!TF141 owning dogs - blurb

Simon Riley - coloring his tattoos - Instagram link

Cerberus!Ghost - mini comic

Roommate!Simon Riley - tailing you/light sleeper/laundry/cash - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - plays/volunteers/helps/teary eyed - headcanon

Roommate!Simon Riley becomes your purse - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - hobbies/safety/swaps shoes/trusts his team - headcanon

PlantDad!Simon Riley - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - Pinterest/‘Missus’/tattoo/dog tags - headcanon

BestFriend!Simon Riley - looming/drapes his jacket/stares/sleeps over - headcanon

Simon Riley is just a guy - reblog + blurb

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a beer snob - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Parallel Play - headcanon

Husband!Simon Riley - chapstick/nail polish/go-to order - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley and Roommate!Johnny are a package deal - headcanon

Simon Riley listens to Chapelle Roan - reblog + hashtags

Simon Riley goes shopping with you - headcanon

Write for Simon Riley - mini comic

Simon Riley is low-key a brat - headcanon

Simon Riley plays Minecraft - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley is just a guy - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a man of action - fic

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley has reading glasses - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Simon Riley can cook - headcanon

TF141 swimming - headcanon

Retired!Simon Riley - opens a butcher/works with Price/works with the local smithy - headcanon

Retired!Simon Riley - popular butcher/talks to locals/works with Retired!TF141 - headcanon

Domestic!Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanons - headcanon

Simon Riley x Nerd!Reader - headcanon

Dancing in the Rain - headcanon

Kiss it Better - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - civvies/suits/ties/flowers - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - birth year and age - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley watches you read - headcanon

Thigh holster - blurb

Dry Texter - blurb

Vegas Wedding Bells - fic

Your birthday - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Pokémon Teams - headcanon

Baker!Simon Riley - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Cop a Feel- headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - rugby/baking - headcanon

Ghoap - checking pulses - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley deserves to relax - fic

Simon Riley - skeleton hand top - mini comic

Simon Riley becomes obsessive - fic

Simon Riley owns a fur ball - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - activities/brave/princess/playground - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley plans daddy-daughter dates - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - voice messages his daughter - blurb

Simon Riley listens to asmr - blurb + YT videos

Simon Riley’s skin gets stained - blurb

Simon Riley x Reader - Reader picks up Simon’s accent - blurb

Simon Riley x Reader - Simon and Johnny fight over who’s accent is better - headcanon

Simon Riley x Reader - Simon picks up Reader’s accent - blurb

Simon “Ghost” Riley sleeps with you once - reblog + headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley telling jokes - blurb

Simon Riley - face to his chest/playful groping/tickling - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley likes being gently manhandled - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Simon Riley gets you sushi at 4am - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Man vs Nature - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - snotty friend/talking/moderating/having a word - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - giving his child the childhood he never had - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - kid gets into a fight - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - taking photos - reblog + blurb

CoD Men: Associated Songs - blurb

(18+, mdni) Roommate!Simon Riley’s boxers - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

18+ Fics:

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley has reading glasses - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley deserves to relax - fic

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley likes being gently manhandled - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Roommate!Simon Riley’s boxers - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

Fic Recommendations:

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley fics - fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley fics pt 2 - fluff, nsfw below the cut

thanks again to followers and friends for keeping up with my writing! CoD requests are always welcomed, please review this post before requesting🎀✨ giving you guys a big, fat kiss for being wonderful and I hope to see you around - either in my inbox or notifications<3

[illichillie]

💚NEO fic recs💚

indica dreams - @hazyhae

[one-shot] plug!haechan x reader, smut & fluff

finders keepers - @starlightkun

[two-shot] alien!jungwoo x human!reader, fluff, angst

arcane - @neonacity

[series] nct dream (various) x reader, sci-fi, supernatural

about time - @smileysuh

[one-shot] johnny & haechan x reader, smut, poly

untitled - @hencheri

[one-shot] kun & ten x reader, smut, non-con, manipulation

say no - @vnti-vnxiety-recs

[one-shot] jaemin & haechan x reader, smut, cheating, toxic behaviors

red velvet hearts - @choerrypuffs

[one-shot] bad boy!haechan x baker!reader, fluff, slight angst

i ❤️ hot nerds - @domjaehyun

[one-shot] perverts!haechan & jaemin x reader, smut, slight fluff

i hate u? i love u? - @svnscape

[SMAU] haechan x reader, enemies to lovers, angst, smut, humor, college au

psa: i’ll be updating this list as i find more fics that i enjoy!

[malefantcsy]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ bot request form , my c.ai ─୨ৎ─ ⭑.ᐟ -= popular

✦ = TTPD series

publishing my work on different sites without my authorization is considered plagiarism and illegal. think before you act.

𓍯𓂃𓏧 𝖢𝖧𝖱𝖨𝖲 𝖲𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖮𝖫𝖮 .ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ a bad influence (bad boy! chris) ⭑.ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ restaurant waitress (mafia! chris) ⭑.ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ good boy (innocent! chris) ⭑.ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ the only ones left (last people on earth! chris, AU) ⭑.ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ sharing caprisuns (bsf! chris)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ bully chris (we liked him?)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ spiderman chris (enemies & lovers, superhero au)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ alien chris (alien invasion au — recommend to sci-fi fans)

𓍯𓂃𓏧 𝖬𝖠𝖳𝖳 𝖲𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖮𝖫𝖮 .ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ mafia bosses hostage (mafia! matt) ⭑.ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ttpd track one matt (fortnight)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ sitting next to him (nerd! matt) ⭑.ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ study struggles (nerd! matt) ⭑.ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ party accident (nerd! matt)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ mental patient (psycho! matt) ⭑.ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ black & orange cat (bsf! matt) ⭑.ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ghost hunter! matt (driskill hotel, AU)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ cleaning cuts (baker! matt x mafia! user)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ he's a cat..? (11:11)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ doctor! matt (lover zombie! user, au)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ librarian matt (title — baker! user)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ confusing matt (the soft spot —ftl, confusing)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ dealer matt (helping you at a party)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ex matt sturniolo (showing up to M&G — famous! user)

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ party bruise (olivia rodrigo) ⭑.ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ july (johnny orlando) ⭑.ᐟ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ her producer (madison beer)

[dollyzdaydreamz]

Supernatural x Little Sis! Reader:

Happy Birthday, Nerd

description: your brother almost forgets your birthday. you tried not to care, but some traditions are harder to bury than you'd think. fluff, dean being a shitty baker but good brother, sam and you are nerds, flashbacks to childhood, 3k words `(*>﹏<*)′ warnings: mentions of mothers death, John’s absence

The motel smelled like stale coffee and the remnants of takeout. Dean sat on the edge of the lumpy mattress, cleaning out a clip of silver bullets while Sam leaned against the kitchenette counter, eyes flicking from his book to the bathroom where you’d shut the door over twenty minutes ago.

“She’s been quiet lately,” Sam muttered.

Dean didn’t look up. “She’s always quiet.”

“No,” Sam said. “Not like this. She’s been… kinda spaced out.”

Dean frowned. “You think it’s the hunt?”

“Nah. It’s different,” Sam sighed, looking at him expectantly, “You remember how I used to get around the holidays?...”

Dean blinked at him.

“Come on Dean, don’t tell me you forgot?” Sam huffed. 

Dean set the bullets down, brows knitting together. 

“It’s her birthday tomorrow,” Sam said, rolling his eyes. 

“Shit,” Dean grumbled while rubbing his face. He’d been so caught up in the last hunt, Rugaru, the salt-and-burn, then the EMF readings here. 

“She hasn’t said anything,” Dean muttered, more to himself than to Sam. He always remembered her birthday. Always.

Sam raised a brow. “I mean, our only celebrations were a couple of gas station cupcakes and you telling us the radio static was party music,” Sam gave a small shrug, “Look, we’ve got the rest of the day to work something out.”

Dean didn’t need to be told twice. He stood, grabbing his keys. “Keep her distracted.”

“Where are you going?”

“Gonna see if I can find pink frosting and a miracle,” He said, slamming the door shut. 

----

Dean grumbled under his breath as he eyed the cakes like they were part of a summoning ritual. He could’ve bought a cake, but he’d always make you some. More often than not it’d come out either too dense or likely raw, but that was part of the fun. 

Pillsbury. Betty Crocker. Devil’s food. Yellow. Funfetti?

“Why are there so many kinds of vanilla?” he muttered.

He finally grabbed a box that said “moist” because that seemed important.

Still… something was missing.

Frosting. Pink frosting. The good kind, the kind he used that one year you wouldn’t stop talking about Barbie’s Dream Bakery.

Dean walked toward the front, his boots thudding dully on the linoleum. As he neared the registers, he waved vaguely toward the counter without really looking up.

“Hey uh, where’s the pink frosting at? The bright pink, you know–girly stuff.”

A laugh, soft and high-pitched, rang out. “Aisle five, end of the baking section, top shelf.”

Dean finally looked up.

The girl behind the counter was leaning on her elbows, her blonde ponytail bobbing as she tilted her head with an amused grin.

“Planning a party, tough guy?”

Dean blinked, before stepping closer as his lips quirked into a toothy grin, “Well, yeah, somethin’ like that.”

She arched a brow, clearly expecting more.

“It’s for my little sister,” he added, straightening up a bit. “Birthday.”

That made her smile widen. “Aw. That’s really sweet.”

A few minutes later, he returned to her register, arms full of cake mix, candles, and the brightest pink frosting on the shelf. 

The girl scanned each item, glancing at him with a smile, “She must be lucky. Not every brother would go this far for a birthday.”

Dean grinned, "Yeah, I get that a lot."

But his voice was softer than usual, the bravado slipping just enough to show the truth.

He paid in crumpled bills and shoved the bag into his arm, not before grabbing her number and offering her a parting wink.

----

You were just about to checkmate Sam when the motel door creaked open and Dean stepped inside, the gust of cool evening air following him.

“Finally,” Sam muttered, nudging a pawn forward lazily.

Dean kicked the door shut behind him and stood still for a beat. You looked up from the chessboard, catching the rustle of a brown paper bag clenched in his hand.

Your curiosity piqued, “What’s in the bag?”

Dean froze like you’d just accused him of murder, “Nothin’.”

You raised a brow, “Uh-huh…”

He shifted, adjusting the bag awkwardly under his arm. “It’s… supplies. Guy stuff. Not for you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Supplies?”

“Yup.”

Sam snorted from his side of the table, not even looking up.

Dean scowled at him.

You grinned. “Okay, okay, your Playboy magazines are safe. Jeez.” 

Sam turned toward you, casual as anything.

“By the way, I was thinking,” he said, “There’s this book store a couple blocks down. Saw it on the drive in. Thought I could take you, you know, buy you a few books like an early birthday thing?”

You waved a dismissive hand. “Oh…you don’t have to do that. I’m good.”

Sam tilted his head. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

You shrugged again, feeling the familiar knot of discomfort tighten in your chest. “It’s just another day, Sam.”

He didn’t argue, but the look on his face made you feel bad for saying no. 

You stood up with a sigh and grabbed your coat from the back of the motel chair. 

“Alright. If I get to choose the playlist on the way there, I’m in.”

Sam chuckled, “As if I wasn’t gonna let you anyway, I’m not Dean.”

You bent to tug on your boots, glancing toward Dean, who had taken up his usual spot by the tiny motel TV, flipping through static and late-night talk shows.

“You coming with us?” you asked.

Dean didn’t even look up from the screen. “Nah. My show’s about to be on.”

Your stomach dipped, just a little. You gave a small nod, swallowing the twinge. “Right. See ya.”

Dean lifted a hand lazily in a half-wave. 

You rolled your eyes and followed Sam out into the night, the motel door shutting behind you with a soft click.

You tried not to let it bother you. The truth was you hadn’t really celebrated your birthday in a while, not with Dean and you being so busy hunting with Dad before he went missing. 

But he always tried, even in the smallest ways. 

You told yourself it was fine. You weren’t a kid anymore, no matter how much you still remembered those motel cupcakes and crumpled napkin doodles.

You pulled your hood up and exhaled.

It was fine. It was just another day and at least you had Sam.

Back inside the motel room, the moment the Impala’s engine rumbled and faded into the distance, Dean leapt up like his seat had caught fire.

He nearly sprinted to the kitchenette, flinging open the cabinet doors. “Okay. Okay. We got… two pots, no measuring cups, and a bowl.”

The oven in the corner groaned as he cranked the knob and smacked the side for good measure.

“Alright, Betty Crocker, let’s do this.”

He rolled up his sleeves and cracked the eggs with more force than necessary, shells flying.

“Little punk thinks I’d actually forget,” He mutters to himself with a snicker as he whisks the batter with fervor.

A beat.

“…Okay yeah, I forgot, but still.”

He tore open the frosting tub, dipped a finger in to taste it, then gagged at the stale taste, but he used it anyway because you liked it.

As the cake finally hit the oven and the candles were laid out like tiny soldiers, Dean stood back and surveyed the disaster he’d created. Batter in his hair. Pink frosting on his jeans. Napkins with doodles of middle fingers and 'Happy Birthday, nerd' in crooked letters.

He looked toward the door, then back at the cake, huffing at how much effort he'd put into all this. Hell, it wasn't the first time. He chuckled as he recalled that time he'd surprised you for your ninth birthday~

Dean shifted the Impala into park outside Roosevelt Elementary, chewing the inside of his cheek as he stared out the windshield. He’d skipped school more times than the average degenerate 16 year old should. Instead of ditching to drink with his friends or go to some lame movie, it was always to be on the road, to hunt some monster with Dad.

Today was supposed to be one of those rare days he could actually go, but when he reached for the handle of the fridge that morning to fix breakfast for the three of you, the circled date on the calendar made him pause.

Your birthday. 

So there he was, cupcakes sat beside him in a cheap foil tray, the plastic lid fogged with steam. He eyed the frosting and sighed.

“They ain’t bakery fresh, but they’re pink,” he grumbled, grabbing the tray and shouldering the car door open.

Inside the school, it didn’t take much to charm the front office secretary, just a flash of teeth, a confident “I’m Y/N’s older brother,” and some vague line about a “birthday surprise approved by Dad.” 

Ten minutes later, he was standing outside Room 12B, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.

The door opened, and a woman in a floral cardigan blinked at him.

“You are…?”

“Dean Winchester.” He grinned and held up the tray, “Y/N told me it was her birthday, and, well…figured the class might want some sugar to survive the afternoon.”

The teacher hesitated, eyes flicking over the tray, then back to his too-confident smile,

 “Oh. Well, that’s…very sweet of you.”

“Sweet’s my middle name, ma’am,” Dean winked.

That earned him an eye-roll, but she stepped aside and let him in.

You sat in the third row, arms folded on your desk as you stared at a half finished puzzle board, chin resting on top. Your face was pinched in that quiet kind of disappointment he recognized way too well in both you and Sam, the kind that sets in when you try not to hope but still do anyway.

He caught your eye. 

You jolted, whole face lighting up,

“Dean?”

He smirked, walking past rows of curious kids. “The one and only.”

He set the tray down on a nearby table and popped the lid. 

Your mouth curved into a soft grin as you stood from your chair to join the line, but Dean caught your shoulder gently and nodded for you to sit back down. 

“Hang on, special delivery.”

From behind his back, he pulled out two slightly less-squished cupcakes and a stack of motel napkins with a Sharpie doodled on top, 

'Happy Birthday, nerd.'

You blinked at him, wide-eyed, “I thought you forgot.”

He scoffed, plopping a few napkins on your desk, “C’mon. I’m not that heartless.”

As the others buzzed around the cupcake tray and the teacher tried to maintain some semblance of order, he smirked as he reached into his jacket pocket.

From it, he pulled a tiny matchbook and a single, crooked birthday candle, setting it into the cupcake and striking the match against the book. The flame flickered to life.

You gasped softly. “You brought a candle?”

“Damn right I did,” he said, shielding the flame with one hand and bringing the cupcake to your face. “Alright. Now…make a wish.”

You stared at the candle. He could see the way your eyes flickered, not just with the flame, but with something else.

You leaned in, and blew it out. Before you could take a bite, Dean swiped his finger through the frosting and tapped your nose.

“Hey! I hate when you do that,” You scowled.

“Alright, alright, here you go. Couldn’t help it,” he chuckled, reaching over and offering you a napkin.

You wiped your nose, suppressing a smile through your indignation.

“Jerk.”

He grinned, “Bitch.”

The assistant teacher watching over the class gave him a look to which Dean shifted and cleared his throat, 

“It’s a…term of endearment.” he muttered, pulling up a small chair and sitting beside you, facing away from her and the rest of the class.

“You gonna tell me what you wished for?”

You fiddled with the corner of the napkin, not quite meeting his gaze.

“I know it won’t happen,” you began quietly, “but I wished I could see Mom. Just once. Even if it’s just…her spirit or something. I mean Dad says ghosts are real so…”

Dean was speechless for a second, green eyes fixed on yours, those same damn puppy dog eyes you and Sam had. Always looking for good, always believing maybe things could be different.

He watched in silence as you looked away, your stubby little fingers absentmindedly folding the napkin into an origami as though nothing had happened.

You were too young to remember your Mom's passing, but he saw the way you looked her pictures, fiddling with your hair and trying to style it like she had in the photos when you thought no one was looking.

“Look!” You said, showing him the napkin which now resembled a swan, “Sammy taught me how to do this.” 

He snapped out of his daze, chuckling a bit as he reached for the paper you held up to his face, “Yeah? He’s gotta teach me how to do that too.” 

He reached into his bag and handed you a mini bag of chips.

“Here,” he said, ripping it open, “brought some from the motel.”

“Thanks.” 

You ate a few as you swung your feet, smiling softly as you leaned your head against his arm. ----

He was torn from his thoughts as the motel door swung open with a jingle of keys and a gust of chilly air.

You stepped in first, arms full of books stacked high against your chest, the glossy covers catching the lamplight. Sam trailed behind you, dropping the keys onto the nightstand with a sigh, “I thought I was gonna die in there.”

You laughed, the warmth still clinging to you from the soft lights of the shop and the genuine interest Sam showed even when he didn’t understand a word of whatever novel you were rambling about. 

Dean stood near the kitchenette, casually leaning like he’d just been watching TV the whole time. But the smell of vanilla cake and something slightly...off hung thick in the air. 

The small table had been cleared, a lopsided cake sat in the center, candles stuck in like a patch job. A few dollar-store streamers hung half-heartedly across the curtain rod.

You froze.

Dean scoffed, “You gonna stand there like a statue or come sit before this thing collapses on itself?”

You huffed, “Wait, you remembered?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Course I did. What kinda jackass do you think I am?”

You turned to Sam, “Were you in on this? why didn't you tell–”

Sam chuckled and took the comic books from your arms and tossed them gently onto the bed, “Just sit,” he said, guiding you toward the chair in front of the cake. 

Dean struck a match, one by one, the candles came to life, their tiny flames flickering like stardust.

“Ready?” Sam grinned.

You nodded, still dazed.

They began to sing. It was loud and off-key. Dean put way too much twang into it and Sam sounded like he was trying to harmonize with a blender, but it was your song nonetheless.

Dean leaned down after they finished, inching the cake toward you, “Make a wish.”

You nodded, closing your eyes, the candles flickering behind your lids. 

At first you thought of wishing for what you didn’t have, like you did every year. But then you thought about everything you did have. 

Your weird, loud, broken brothers.

And suddenly, you didn’t wish for Mom and Dad anymore. 

Just for this to last.

So you took a deep breath and blew the candles out.

The cake, you discovered, tasted like a dare.

Some bites were too sweet, others weirdly eggy, and one had a crunch that absolutely should not have been there. It tasted like childhood. Like the kind of lopsided effort only Dean and Sam could ever give you.

Sam looked up mid-bite, eyebrows furrowed, “Hey… is that pie?”

Dean shamelessly pulled out a half-wrapped aluminum container from the counter, “Hell yeah it is.”

Sam squinted, “Why would you bake a cake and bring a pie?”

Dean gave him a deadpan look. “Because I didn’t make the pie.”

Sam snorted, shaking his head. You leaned over to give Sam the see what I've been living with? look.

Later, you guys pulled out your old camera, scratched up and taped together like most things in your life, and snapped a few photos here and there for memories sake.

Sam took one of Dean sticking frosting on your nose.

Another where your hand was mid-slap.

A few moments later, the three of you decided to play cards. As expected, Sam took offense to Dean’s incessant cheating, so you snapped one of them in a full-on wrestling match that nearly knocked the last pieces of cake to the floor.

Hours passed. The motel was quiet now, wrapped in the soft hum of the television and the distant rattle of traffic outside. Sam and Dean sat on the couch, half-watching a baseball game, occasionally arguing over which team was worse.

You curled up in the armchair with one of your new books until something caught your eye.

A flicker in the window. You blinked and lowered the book, setting it quietly on the side table.

There, just outside, stood a woman.

She wore white, an old-fashioned sundress that fluttered even though there was no breeze. Her blonde hair framed her face softly, and in her hands, she held a single candle.

But she wasn’t terrifying. She wasn’t monstrous or broken or angry like the ghosts you were used to seeing. Her smile was warm and…familiar.

You took a step closer to the window.

Mom.

She looked straight at you. Eyes full of love. Of something that felt like permission to grow older.

You turned to Sam and Dean, watching the game obliviously. You were about to call them over, but then she gently closed her eyes and blew out the candle.

And she was gone.

You stared for a moment longer. Not scared. Not sad. Just still, at peace.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice called softly behind you. “You alright?”

You turned to him and nodded, “Yeah.”

Crossing the room, you dropped yourself down onto the couch between them again, the soft rise and fall of their breaths grounding you. 

You leaned your head against Dean’s shoulder.

He glanced down, raising a brow, “You good?”

You hummed, nodding again.

He gently ruffled your hair before returning his gaze back to the TV and shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Cool. You missed it, Sammy’s team is losing miserably,” He chuckled, giving Sam a teasing look. He was met with a hard glare. "Jerk." "Bitch."

You smiled, letting the sound of the baseball announcer and your brothers quiet bickering fade into the background as you dozed off. 

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[softtaemu]

To All the Fics I’ve Loved Before

Links to fics, blurbs and others for my own (and maybe, others) enjoyment | don't be afraid to message me if you want something taken down or if i typed something wrong !!

i love all the authors here pls make more content especially my dick, jason, poe and pines author pls pls

some of these i don't really remember but i made a rule to myself where if i truely enjoy a fic it goes into my liked folder

so what if they're mostly smut,,,

🍄 for my favs hehe

Poe Dameron

I. Mercy, Sabotage, And Dead Space 🍄

II. Rumors, Freebies, And a Race for Last Place - @no-droids 🍄

Give Me My Sin Again - @brandyllyn

Feels Right - @jake-g-lockley

The Hating Game - @light-yaers 🍄

The Heart of a Ship - @im-poe-dameron

Seeds of Love - @moonlight-prose

Aphelion Duology - @oscarseyebrow

Running to You - @dailyreverie

Deft Hands - @eyelessfaces

Better Safe Than Sorry Series - @eyelessfaces

Favor - @eyelessfaces

Stripper!Poe - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Directions - @zinzinina

Got it Bad - @sinisterexaggerator

The Idea of You - @st4rymoon

Sex pollen - @eyelessfaces

For Your Entertainment - @melodygatesauthor

Miguel O'Hara

Pequeña - @that-sokovian-bastardkovian 🍄

The Ideal Gaze - @bluesidez

Starved - @honestsycrets 🍄

Back Massages - @wyvernest

Love Drunk - @bruisedboys

Baker!reader x miguel fluff - @bruisedboys (untitled)

Love Bite - @madschiavelique

Touch - @loganlermanstanaccount 🍄

College roommated Miguel - @loganlermanstanaccount 🍄 (i'd put all their miguel fics but im too lazy)

Once Upon a December - @mrs-lockley

Churn - @luvrxbunny

Nerds During Exams ?? - @obxsprincess (untitled)

Dad bod!Miguel - @cupcakeinat0r

Miguel going beastmode in bed - @tired-biscuit

Honey-Sweet - @fettuccin-e 🍄

Next Door - @cherryredstars

Insoportable - @ovaryacted

Between Your Thighs - @intoxicated-chan

Miguel Love Strong Women - @sillysillygoofygoose

Take My Breath - @whatthefishh

Shower Sex - @miguel-ohara-lover

Let Me Wrap My Teeth - @psychedelic-ink

Tired Miguel eats you out - @dilfartist

Breeding kink - @buryustogether

Amazing Head - @loganlermanstanaccount 🍄

This Series - @devilfic

Convergence & Webs of Opacity- @runa-falls (to read)

Dick Grayson

Help Me, Help You - @tetzoro

Written All Over Your Face - @roturo

A very freaky blurb - @hanasnx (untitled)

Freaky bfb! grayson - @killakalx (untitled)

Shameless smut grayson - @liciaarchives (untitled)

Squirting (as a friend) bsf!dick - @killakalx (untitled)

Sex Pollen Dick - @uc1wa (untitled)

Sex Pollen Dick again - @martiniluvr (untitled)

Jason Todd

Dick Pic! Jason - @dxckgrxsonx (this isn't finished idk if it'll get continued pls do ella pls pls) 🍄

Big eyes Big dick blurb - @dxckgrxsonx

Jason's in charge - @martiniluvr (untitled)

Restroom Attendant - @sanguineterrain

My Lady, Oh Sorceress - @e-nonsense

Jason overstims himself - @dxckgrxsonx

I'll Prove It - @dxckgrxsonx

Bruce Wayne

Right Place, Right Time Series - @devilfic

Honeymoon Series - @devilfic

Sugar on the Rim - @mostly-imagines

Cape stealer fluff - @devilfic (untitled)

Bruce Being Cockblocked- @c-nstantine

Nocturnal Animal - @devilfic

Joel Miller

You Owe Me Series - @tofics 🍄

Texas Sweet - @coquettepascal (if i had a nickel for every back massage smut i had in this list i'd have two nickels) 🍄

Wild Like the West - @hellishjoel

Heavenly Bound - @ozarkthedog

Head Lightning - @shellshocklove

Honey-Do - @kiwisbell

A Matter of Time - @thriftedtchotchkes

Pretty in Pink - @lincolndjarin

Javier Pena

Whatever My Wife Wants - @javierpena-inatacvest

Not so Secret Santa - @lincolndjarin

Plans - @wayfaringhoax

Have You Ever Seen the Rain - @psychedelic-ink

Tu Sonrisa - @tokkiwrites 🍄

Constructive Critisism - @lincolndjarin

Moonknight Boys

What You Like - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (marc backseating steven so) Hand Covers Mouth - @juneknight

Steven Grant

Dry Humping - @eyelessfaces

Marc Spector (i ong love love me some dorm!marc content)

Precum Dorm! Marc - @juneknight

Dorm!Marc drabble - @juneknight

Obsessed - @juneknight 🍄

Accidental Stimulation - @spicyllewyn

Beneath His Breath - @juneknight

Jake Lockley

Stan Pines

Snapshots Series - @moonieandi 🍄

SPECIAL MENTIONS (RANDOM EDITION)

Mixed p eating (gotham ppl) - @killakalx

I'd watch him lick it off - @killakalx

@Cherryredstars' whole ass masterlist (bookedmarked cause i wanna read more)

The Legend of Mar'sol Series - @sirowsky Mandalorian x reader

Free use Miguel - @runa-falls

The Inn (witcher) - ao3

Sirowsky's masterlist

Siren - @chvoswxtch

[gaefandomlover]

WIP Game 2

tagged by no one

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send you an ask with the most intriguing title, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

I thought I'd do this again since I missed some of my WIPS from the first list!

I Will Be By Your Side - Teen Wolf Season Five AU

You're Safe With Us - Thiam Au Domestic Abuse (Not between Theo & Liam)

We're Singing Louder Than Ever - Chrisberry Band/Social Media AU

The Bronze Warrior - Thiam AU Statue Prompt

Hero/Villan Prompt - (Thiam) Teen Wolf AU

Mike Fukanaga/Flint Forester - Supah Ninjas - Parental Abuse

I'd Kiss You with People Watching - (Jordan Baker/Asher Adams)

Nerd/Jock - (Jordan Baker/Asher Adams)

Thiam Pirate AU

Sthiam (Stiles/Liam/Theo)

Your Worth is not a Negotiation - Jazekiel

Start of Something Good Sequel one shot - Olivarry

Anchors Forever - Thiam Oneshot

Sterek One shot - I mainly have Ideas for it

Will somebody be there to rescue me?

Chrisberry Marriage of Convienience

I'm Home - Olivbarrisco (Oliver/Barry/Cisco)

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[auggieblogs]

Milk & Honey | Lando Norris Instagram au

Lando Norris x fem! reader

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which Lando's girlfriend happens to be a baker (own a bakery too) and love snoopy?

author's note: Hiiii everyone. This is me trying my hand at smaus, and honestly? I had so much fun writing this sjshjs. Hopefully I'll be doing more of it in the future. Let me know what you all will like to see next, my requests are open. Thank you so much for reading<3

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Location📍: M&H (milk and honey)

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Only Mine Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader

Only Mine

Dark Professor Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader 

Warning: Dark Themes,Age Gap,  Forced relationship, drugging kidnapping, Grooming, Stalking, Non Con

Steve was bored and tired it’s always the same thing, Students come in here to achieve, but just end up flunking his class, He was a history professor, And most students come in here thinking it will be easy, since it’s History and end up disappointing him as usual, 

He knew he was being a little too harsh, and He knew that he was missing something in his life that’s why he was so miserable and so harsh on his students, but he knew that he had to find something and outlet or someone, someone to make him happy someone who wouldn’t disappoint him like everyone did. These girls today are just so self absorbed and whore around it’s nothing like before he got frozen in ice, after the serum, and now being retired from the avengers.

He was looking down at his papers grading them, when he saw something he hasn’t before, your name, you have every answer right, an ‘A’ 

Steve smirked knowing that someone was paying attention, You just transferred here from Colorado and this isn’t the first Ease you got an ‘A’ on either Steve has taken notice to you and you payed attention taking notes, watching closely. 

Steve had taken notice to you, and he had one more test for you and then he would make his decision. 

You had you bag hanging on your shoulder as you walked to class with your roommate you were just entering Professor Rogers class room, she was laughing, 

“It’s not funny.” You say

“I’m sorry I can’t help it.” Jessica says wiping the tears away, 

“Your a nineteen year old virgin.” She says 

“I told you I’m saving myself!” You yell

As you sit down 

“Okay class settle down.” Professor Rogers says as he starts handing everyone’s work, out your paper was and ‘A’ you were so glad, since you studied your ass off and went over all the notes you could to get a perfect score, You let out a breath of relief so happy that you got a great score,

Jessica slams her forehead on her desk You look over at her she holds up her paper that says ‘D-’ 

“Told you. You should have studied instead of going to bakers party.” you say 

“Oh shut it nerd!” She says 

You chuckle, After taking diligent notes and sitting through an hour lecture you and Jessica were leaving class chatting to one another little did you know Steve was following close behind you two, listening closely to your conversation, 

“God how do you always get ‘A’s’!?” Your friend complains 

“Because I study my butt off unlike you. Who decides to go party.” You say with a chuckle 

“So I like to have a bit of fun sue me why don’t you.” She says 

You laugh, 

“You’re too much of a good girl.” She complains 

“Well that’s what happens when you have a Military father.” You chuckle  Steve smirks, feeling a bit turned on. as the two of you walk

You two walk towards the coffee shop 

Steve knew right then and there that you were perfect for him that you were going to be his girl no matter what, He knew he had to be careful on how he did this, he also knew he had to get you away from your roommate she was a bad influence on you, He also knew that you would make the perfect wife and mother, That’s all Steve ever wanted was a perfect family with the perfect woman, 

Sure you were young but that’s what made it perfect, You could bare many children, you were a quick learner meaning he could train you, 

He smirked at the thought, He had been looking for so long not finding the perfect woman but now it seems that dream is just within grasp. 

“Do you want to go to a party tomorrow night before spring break?” Steve’s attention was caught by your friend asking you, 

You hesitate 

Steve knew you were a good girl, but if you accepted he knew it would be the perfect opportunity 

“I don’t know I still need to study.” You say 

“Oh come on live a little bit.” Your friend says

You sigh

“Fine, but only for a few minutes, I need to study for my next midterm.” You say 

“Yeah, Yeah, the good girl can’t have fun.” She says 

You chuckle grabbing your coffee as the two of you leave Steve smirks knowing he had to plan this just right that you were going to be his girl, Spring break will be in two days, meaning, This is perfect And he knew he had to prepare before tomorrow night.

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JUNE BUG ୨ৎ

welcome to the june bug masterlist! this treasure trove is filled with late night walks to the corner store, flickering porch lights, midnight drives and empty dirt roads.

each day of the sunny summer month of june i have decided to write a little summer based fic based off a character! each based off their "summer song" that i get a "summer vibe" for. (man i said summer a lot!)

this has been a few months in the making, and i hope you all enjoy reading each mini (or not so mini) fic. happy summer, my loves, and if its warm where you are- bask in the sun:)

as always- * is smut! so read with caution, you are responsible for your own media consumption<3

the playlist: here

yours truly -c

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⋆˚࿔ for the june bugs 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

╰┈➤ day one: american teenager ✮⋆˙ dean winchester x gf! reader in the back of the impala *

╰┈➤ day two: aquamarine ✮⋆˙ sam winchester x siren! reader

╰┈➤ day three: california dreamin ✮⋆˙ origins! logan howlett x younger! gf on a 70s roadtrip

╰┈➤ day four: cherry ✮⋆˙ bucky barnes x fem!reader at a drive-in theatre *

╰┈➤ day five: crush ✮⋆˙ sam winchester x hunter! reader *

╰┈➤ day six: fairytale ✮⋆˙ hades! bucky barnes x persephone ! reader

╰┈➤ day seven: flordia kilos ✮⋆˙ you and your boyfriend frank castle escape to the flordia beaches *

╰┈➤ day eight: groupie love ✮⋆˙ rockstar!bf! dick grayson x gf!reader on the road with him and his band

╰┈➤ day nine: golden hour ✮⋆˙ you work at a floral shop and a handsome stranger catches your eye (dick grayson x floralist reader x sex pollen) *

╰┈➤ day ten: headphones on ✮⋆˙ you and your best friend jason todd sneak off from a gala and feelings get confessed

╰┈➤ day eleven: hot n humid ✮⋆˙ baker! reader tries a new recipe of homemade ice cream for boyfriend! jason todd on a super hot day

╰┈➤ day twelve: if you lie down with me ✮⋆˙ husband! joel miller x fem! reader, and their domestic sundays at the farmers market

╰┈➤ day thirteen: love looks pretty on you ✮⋆˙ clark kent takes your virginity under the stars (fem! reader) *

╰┈➤ day fourteen: michelle pfeiffer ✮⋆˙ older! grungy! mechanic! jason todd x innocent! girly! reader *

╰┈➤ day fifteen: new romantics ✮⋆˙ flirty tension ensues as roommate! dick grayson takes you to the summer fair

╰┈➤ day sixteen: novacane ✮⋆˙ dealer! reader gets high with her favourite cilent/ local nerd bucky barnes *

╰┈➤ day seventeen: puppy love ✮⋆˙ older! lumberjack! bucky barnes takes care of his girlfriend when shes drunk (intoxication kink) *

╰┈➤ day eighteen: ribs ✮⋆˙ you and your (massive) boyfriend jason todd are forced to share your childhood bed as you visit home on summer vacation

╰┈➤ day nineteen: romeo ✮⋆˙ older! neighbour! jason todd x fem! reader *

╰┈➤ day twenty: she ✮⋆˙ roommate! dick grayson jerks off to you after he helps take care of you when you come home drunk *

╰┈➤ day twenty-one: stateside ✮⋆˙ when sam and dean winchester find themselves in your world, you offer them a safehaven until they can find a way back (inspired by the french mistake) *

╰┈➤ day twenty-two: stuck with me✮⋆˙ camp counsellor! fem! reader is forced against her will to be paired with the annoying and handsome dick grayson for the summer

╰┈➤ day twenty-three: summerboy ✮⋆˙ you find yourself calling your childhood best friend sam winchester something of a "summer boyfriend"

╰┈➤ day twenty-four: tyrant ✮⋆˙ when you hook up with an older, handsome cowboy named joel miller in the back of his truck *

╰┈➤ day twenty-five: the itch ✮⋆˙ your boyfriend jason todd ties you up because you can't stop itching your bug bites

╰┈➤ day twenty-six: whatcha doing ✮⋆˙ you invite your ex boyfriend matt murdock to your cousins wedding as your date... *

╰┈➤ day twenty-seven: you can be my daddy ✮⋆˙ when sam winchester accidently calls himself daddy *

╰┈➤ day twenty-eight: 2 hands ✮⋆˙ how your pornstar! boyfriend jason todd takes care of you outside of the bedroom *

╰┈➤ day twenty-nine: 13 beaches ✮⋆˙ you (gf!reader) and bucky barnes finally find privacy on a beach after he saves the world, and the press wont leave him be

╰┈➤ day thirty: 15 minutes ✮⋆˙ you sneak away with your boyfriend peter parker to have some "fun" *