#and really was a challenge to put together

[nekonaps0]

Little rival

✦fem!reader

✦characters: Kageyama, Nishinoya, Oikawa, Kuroo, Atsumu

✦A little kid walking up and innocently telling their girlfriend, “When I grow up, I wanna marry you!”

Kageyama Tobio

You and Kageyama are walking together when a chubby-cheeked kid tugs on your sleeve and boldly declares,

“You’re really pretty! When I grow up, I’m gonna marry you!”

Kageyama freezes. Like, full on system error. He blinks. Once. Twice. And then slowly turns to look at the kid like he’s a new challenger entering the match.

“…Hah?” he mutters, so confused he might actually think the kid is serious. “You’re, like, five.”

When you start laughing, Kageyama frowns, crossing his arms. “Why are you laughing? He just proposed to you. That’s not funny. He said he’s gonna marry you! Isn’t he too young for that?!”

You try to explain it was cute and harmless, but Kageyama is now in serious mode. “You are my girlfriend. This isn’t a competition…” he mumbles.

Later that day, he’s quieter than usual. Eventually, he mutters, “I can’t believe I got jealous of a five-year-old…” he covers his embarrassed face with his hands.

Nishinoya Yuu

The moment the kid says, “I’m gonna marry you when I grow up,” Nishinoya gasps so loud it’s theatrical.

He immediately drops into a squat so he’s eye level with the kid, hands on his knees, expression serious.

“Whoa, WHOA, buddy. Bold move.” He grins, but there's a twitch in his eyebrow. “But you gotta earn her heart. This isn’t just a fairy tale, my dude.”

Then he turns to you, gripping your hand dramatically.

“Babe. He wants to steal you from me.” He acts like he’s been betrayed by fate itself.

You’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe, while Noya is now giving the kid a motivational speech about love. “When you’re older, you’re gonna meet someone awesome. But this goddess right here? Sorry, already taken. And I would rather DIE than let anyone take her!”

Please stop him before he traumatizes the little boy…

Oikawa Tooru

The second the kid says it, Oikawa puts on the fakest, most plastic smile of his life.

“Awww, that’s soooo sweet of you,” he says through gritted teeth.

Then he crouches next to the kid, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, little man… she’s already dating the most gorgeous, talented, and charming person alive—me. And, well… you’ve got a long way to go before you can compete.”

He throws you a wink, but you can tell he’s definitely sulking. “You like her smile, huh? Yeah, me too. It’s mine. Now move on.” You have to slap him on the back of his head to stop him before he makes the kid cry…

Later, as you’re walking away, he whispers, “You still think I’m cuter than him, right? Right?! Say it.”

And if you tease him even a little by saying, “I mean, he was kind of charming,” Oikawa gets offended. Like you just offended his whole bloodline. “I’m being replaced by a toddler! Is this the end?!”

Kuroo Tetsurou

The kid walks up confidently and says, “I think you’re really pretty, and I’m gonna marry you someday.”

Kuroo arches a brow and glances down at the kid, fighting a smirk. “Oh? That so?”

He slings an arm around your shoulder casually. “You’ve got good taste, kid. But unfortunately, you’re about ten years too early, and about one girlfriend short of a chance.”

You giggle and play along with the kid, who pouts when he realizes you're already taken. Kuroo kneels down, smirking just enough to tease but not scare him.

“Tell you what,” he says. “If you still feel this way some years later, look me up. Until then… hands off.” Then he winks and tousles the kid’s hair.

Later, he teases you about it. “I’m gonna have to keep an eye on you, huh? Even the kindergarteners are after you.”

Atsumu Miya

The second the kid says he wants to marry you, Atsumu’s jaw drops.

“Huh?? Did I just get challenged by a toddler?!”

He steps between you and the kid like he’s defending his title as your boyfriend.

“First of all, she’s mine, ‘kay? Second of all, you’re, like, in preschool. You even brush your own teeth yet?”

The kid just blinks at him while you try not to die laughing.

Atsumu scoffs. “Listen, lil’ man. I get it. She’s amazing. But I buy her clothes, bring her snacks, giving her massage. Can you do all that? Didn’t think so.”

You eventually pull him away before he starts arguing about taxes with the kid.

Later, he sulks with his head in your lap, mumbling, “Tch… can’t believe I got cock-blocked by a baby…”

You laughed so hard how childish he is but you give him a kiss and tell him he’s your #1 forever, and he immediately lights back up like the sun.

“Damn right I am.”

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[munchhmm]

Hehee hiii!! Can I get luffy x fem reader fluff to smut😛 (I might be the same person..)

So basically the reader is being really cuddly for the whole day and teasing him so at night he gives her the same treatment but more intimate!!

Please and thank yewwww💕

Messy Love

luv your energy babes (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝) i give you drum roll sexy goofy boy!

Pairings: Luffy x F!reader

Warnings: NSFW, insertion, slight(?) choking.

Word count: About 2.1k ꪆৎ

Poke… Poke… Poke…

“Y/n, I can’t eat if you keep doing that!” Luffy shouts playfully as you continue to push your finger into the soft skin of your boyfriend’s cheek. A giggle escapes as you turn your focus back to the plate sitting on the table meant for you, taking small bites while glancing at Luffy, plotting your next move.

Later on the deck, your captain sits perched on the railing, fishing rod in hand with a big grin across his face. Slowly, you creep behind him, careful not to make any noise—Luffy was very attuned to his surroundings, so this part took extra effort. Before he could even turn around, you had snatched his hat, running off laughing with pride at a successful heist. Luffy chases after you with his own laugh trailing behind, stretching and wrapping his rubber arms around your waist to pull you back to him.

“You’re being silly, is it a special day or something?!” he asks excitedly, taking his hat out of your hands and placing it on your head.

“I just want to give you some attention~” Your words slip past his ear like silk, making the weird feeling in his chest come back—just like it does every time you lean into him this way.

Luffy plops down against a nearby wall, keeping you in his lap as he wraps his arms around you more intimately now, keeping one hand on your lower back and the other holding your head against his chest.

“Like this?”

The feeling of his voice rumbling in his chest makes you feel at home, making you bury your face further into him.

“Exactly like this.”

Even though the relentless sun poured waves of heat down below, neither of you cared about the possibility of uncomfortable sweat sticking you together—hell, Luffy probably invited the idea. A few hours passed like this: small circles being drawn on your back, conversations about favorite foods, and, of course, your captain challenging you to a staring contest (which you lost three times).

Sanji calls everyone for dinner right before the sun is about to set. You and Luffy are the last ones to join, much to everyone’s surprise, knowing how much Luffy loves food. Instead of attempting to tease him like you did at breakfast, you lean over lovingly with a fork full of some type of chicken and rice, offering to feed a bite to Luffy. He gladly accepts, giving you the most adorable face in approval. The crew groans at the sight of the lovey-dovey couple, continuing to eat like they weren’t about to barf.

You didn’t care. Your boyfriend gave so much, and the least you could do was give back—even if it was a bit mushy.

After dinner, you stayed back with a few others to help clean and put away dishes. With the help, it wouldn’t take long, but Luffy was growing impatient. All day he had been thinking about some way he could show his love back in a way you weren’t used to experiencing—finally coming back to the thought of your words from earlier, the way they immediately went straight to his dick and made wearing shorts uncomfortable.

You had both had sex together, just not as often as other couples. Sanji had explained the importance of keeping your partner happy in more ways than one. Luffy took the advice to heart, making sure he memorized every part of you—the way your lips part when he kisses your neck, the way you grip his hair when he flattens his tongue against your clit, even the way you arch your back and how it perfectly fits against him.

Tonight would be no different. He was going to make you feel just as loved as you made him feel today.

Once you were the last one in the kitchen, finishing the last few glasses from dinner, Luffy walks in, coming to give you the biggest hug from behind. Slightly startled, you jump—accidentally pressing your ass to his crotch, earning a genuine grunt from your boyfriend. His hands find your hips and grip them tightly, pressing you even closer to him. You can feel his length through his shorts, the thin material leaving nothing to the imagination.

“I like it when you touch me…”

His voice is deep, sending a shiver through your body. You turn to face him, letting a hand trail down his stomach but stopping right before the hem of his shorts.

“When I touch you how? Hmm?”

The feeling flows back into Luffy’s chest, overwhelming the restriction he’s set for himself. Instead of responding, Luffy crashes his lips into yours, messy and rough with emotion. Only you could make him feel this way. He wanted nothing more than to love every inch of you, show you how much you mean to him.

His kisses trail to your jaw, then your neck, pulling back only for a moment to hoist you onto the kitchen counter, careful not to hit your head on the cabinets behind. Fingers tangle in his hair as you giggle, gasping every so often at the soft nibbles Luffy leaves on your skin.

“We can’t do this here, what if someone sees?”

You wanted to sound serious and composed, but instead it came out shaky and needy, highlighting your arousal.

“Let ‘em, don’t care…”

He says between open-mouthed kisses that are now trailing to your chest. He has half a mind to just rip your shirt but opts to just lift it over your head quickly, exposing your bra-less chest.

“So pretty.”

His eyes are wide with admiration, simply in awe at your body. A slight blush grazes your face—Luffy was a very straightforward person. He says what he means and nothing more, meaning he truly thought the highest of you.

The open red shirt that usually hangs off your boyfriend’s body drops to the floor along with your shirt. Eagerly, Luffy attaches his lips to your right nipple, toying with your left in his hand, licking his fingers before rolling the sensitive bud. A loud moan escapes your lips, quickly covered with a hand to hide the sound from the rest of the crew.

Luffy laughs playfully at your reaction, moving your hand and pinning it above your head against the cabinet.

“You’re too serious, just have fun!”

His voice is cheerful but still laced with something darker, something dirty.

You relax a bit into his words, letting him fondle you just the way you like. He knew you better than any other guy had been able to prove—showing it through his worship of your body. His eyes flicker to yours for a moment as he reaches your lower stomach, clenching the fabric of your shorts between his teeth. You nod, letting him know to continue.

Swiftly, your shorts are slid down, Luffy’s lips dragging across the skin of your legs on the way. The cool air feels foreign against your now exposed core, causing goosebumps to litter your arms. Luffy kneels in front of you, taking in the sight of your pussy leaking onto the counter.

“Look at how wet you are!”

A finger swipes up your slit, gathering the juices easily. You gasp at the sudden contact, looking down at your boyfriend with crimson-tinted cheeks. He pulls his finger away to hold it up in front of you, showing how your slick drips down his knuckles onto his wrist. You lean forward slightly to take his finger into your mouth, sucking every last drop of yourself off of him.

The sight makes his tip push a small stream of precum over his shaft, soaking into his shorts. Frustrated at the tightness, Luffy rips his last piece of clothing off, cock springing to slap him in the abdomen. A breath hitches in your throat—you could see him a million times but still be surprised at how big he is.

Before you can reach for him, he’s kneeling again, quickly working his mouth against your soaking core. His tongue is fast but calculated—flicking, sucking, lapping your juices until the room starts spinning. When you grip his hair and moan his name, the grunts he lets out against your heat make your knees shake.

The small gasps turn desperate as you near your orgasm, telling Luffy to pull away. His mouth and chin are covered in you. He kisses your lips passionately, full of love and wanting—you can taste yourself on him, and he makes sure of it by pressing his tongue against yours. You whimper while bucking your hips against his, missing the contact his mouth once had on your pussy.

Luffy removes his lips from yours, watching how you pout while looking up at him with those beautiful eyes. He can’t deny you anything when you look like that.

“I’m gonna make you feel good.”

He leans low to your ear, voice barely above a whisper when he speaks. You could almost cum just from hearing his words. He had you wrapped around his finger, and soon you’ll be wrapping around his cock.

Without warning, Luffy slams into you, causing a loud squeal to echo through the kitchen. He sets the pace quickly, relentlessly shoving his tip against your cervix. The small amount of pain is covered by the immense pleasure shooting through your body. His hands are everywhere—thighs, ass, tits, even wrapping around your neck slightly just to see your reaction.

Your moans and cries fill Luffy’s head, fueling him better than any meal ever could. His left hand settles between your legs, rubbing small circles on your clit as you beg him to go faster—words never falling on deaf ears.

The fear of someone catching the two of you vanished the moment you started clenching around him, the feeling causing both of you to see stars. Lips find your chest again, leaving hickeys on the underside curve of your breast, licking and sucking your nipples.

The pleasure is overwhelming—your vision became blurry moments ago and isn’t showing any signs of letting up soon. The knot in your lower stomach only grows stronger and tighter.

“So pretty… So tight…”

Luffy struggles slightly to get his words out, his own orgasm around the corner as well. He feels a pair of legs wrap around his waist, looking down at you with sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Don’t pull out, please, Captain~”

The way your mouth drops open from his thrusts, the flushed look of your body, the way your tits bounce in his face while he fucks you—now you’re calling him Captain in that sweet little needy voice?

His thrusts become sloppy and snap quicker, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Gonna… Cum soon. Get ready.”

Luffy grabs your hips, pulling you closer to him. The noises he makes against your skin send you over the edge, gasping and sucking in his cock with the way you pulse around him. His orgasm follows soon after, spilling himself inside your plush walls.

He doesn’t pull out right away. Instead, he kisses your neck sweetly, catching his breath while taking in the scent of your clammy skin. Fingers trail down his back softly, trying to ground themselves against him, your breathing matching his for the time being.

After a few moments like this, Luffy slowly pulls himself out of you, causing a sigh to leave your mouth and a small smirk to spread across his face as he watches his seed flow out of your hole, dripping down the sides of the counter.

“Guess I made you messy, huh?”

His usual grin flashes while grabbing a clean rag off a shelf to clean you with.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind this mess,” you say with a small laugh, watching Luffy take care of you in the softest way he knows how.

Grabbing your clothes to quickly throw them back on, you ask,

“So, why the sudden change in plans for tonight?”

Your boyfriend, after getting dressed himself, embraces you in the biggest, softest hug.

“Because I wanted to make you happy!”

No hint of hidden motives, just pure love and affection. Luffy truly wanted you to feel special—nothing more, nothing less.

The rest of the night is filled with snacks and cuddling in your shared bedroom.

“I love you.”

Three simple words that felt like pure bliss, rarely said by your boyfriend—not because he didn’t want to, he was just better with actions than words.

“I love you too, rubber boy,” you say with an affectionate smile, before eventually falling asleep on Luffy’s chest—the most comforting place in the world.

[kaiserboom]

It's me OR the PS5!

prompt: your boyfriend been slouching around all day, playing video games, throwing packets of whatever unhealthy snacks he finished eating. Having enough you pull out his Ps5. a/n: help I should start using songs for my fanfics titles. this fanfic is so heavily inspired by "Tomorrow x together- ps5" LOL. and also inspired by Nagi's and Barou interaction. Cw. Nothing really? fluff, Childish and stubborn Nagi, Nagi is still in bluelock in this fanfic, not proof-read. Pairings: Nagi. S x fem! reader

You felt your grip on reality slipping away as you hurried out of the room for just a minute, trusting Nagi to stay put. But when you returned, your jaw nearly hit the floor. The living room looked like a war zone- an island of snack wrappers, torn-open chip bags, and scattered crumbs that looked like they had a staged a protest. Chips and candy wrappers were strewn across the floor in chaotic disarray, some crushed underfoot, others fluttering like fallen leaves in a gust of laziness.

"Nagi!" you shouted, voice echoing with disbelief. But he didn't even flinch. Instead, he was glued to the PS5, his eyes locked onto the screen attached to YOUR TV, fingers furiously tapping the controller. He was so engrossed that he didn't even bother to turn around or acknowledge your complains. This was YOUR house, your rules, yet here he was, acting like he owned the place.

One rule was crystal clear; clean up your mess. But Nagi? He was deaf to it. Not a single packet was picked up, not a crumb swept away. Instead, he finally glanced up- eyes glazed, lips curled into a stubborn pout, and whined as if the world was ending.

"You're back.... and you're already causing trouble," he muttered shoulders tense like he was fighting off monsters in the game, not the chaos unfolding in your living room.

"You should stretch, Nagi! Look at your shoulders- are you even aware of how stiff you're getting from all this gaming!" you scoffed, crossing your arms.

"I'm finee!" he whined again, puffing out his chest in defiance.

Your patience snapped. You stormed over, fists on your hips, eyes twitching. "I'm not your maid or your babysitter! clean this up, now!"

He sighed dramatically- like he was the most stubborn kid in the world, each breath more theatrical than the last. Long legs stretched out as he pushed aside a chocolate wrapper with the flair of a nobleman dismissing peasants. It did nothing to improve the mess, but it sure made you roll your eyes.

"Nagi, I swear I'll pull your ear off if you don't start helping," you warned, voice firm but tinged with exasperation.

He didn't even look at you, still glued to the game. All he cared about was conquering that one impossible level.

“If you pull my ear, that’s abuse,” he croaked, acting clever, acting innocent—like his defiance was some kind of genius move.

"And what about this mess?" you shot back, gesturing wildly at the chaos. He finally looked around, blinking like a confused owl, shrugging with that signature stubbornness.

"Mess? it's just a few packets and wrappers. Stop being so dramatic- Hey!"

Had enough. Without hesitation, you marched over and yanked the TV cord out of the socket. The screen went black, the room plunged into silence, and your shadow and Nagi's cast a stark contrast on the wall- a silent standoff.

"Y/N!" he shouted, lunging to retrieve the cord, even though he towered over you. But you held firm- the was your house, your rules, and you weren't about to let him push you around.

"Please? Give it back," he begged, voice softening.

"Me or the PS5, Nagi?" you challenged, eyes narrowing.

"Of course, you!" he sighed, as if the answer was painfully obvious.

"Then act like it," you snapped.

"How am I supposed to do that, Y/n?" he asked, voice almost pleading.

"By cleaning," you repeated, deadpan, watching his stubborn pout deepen.

He hesitated, then crossed his arms like a child refusing vegetables. "But it's my day off. After today, I go back to Bluelock. Can't I just relax?"

You exhaled sharply, feeling the frustration bubble up again. "How do you think I feel? My boyfriend gone for months. He comes back, but instead of showing me love, he turns my house into a junkyard and uses my TV for his gaming obsession."

He opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. Instead, he shot a glare-at the mess, at you, and then, with a heavy sigh, finally relented.

"Okay, okay. I'll clean up. Then we can watch a movie or something," he muttered, defeated but with a flicker of mischief in his eyes.

A small smile curled at the corners of your mouth as you watched him scramble to gather the wrappers and cans, so many that he finally collapsed onto the couch, exhausted and pleading for a tiny break. A strange tug of emotions swelled inside you, frustration, itching to pull his ear and scold him for the mess, mingled with a warmth of affection that made you want to pull him close and cuddle him until everything felt alright again. Finally, the chaos was tamed. The room sparkled anew, fresh and inviting.

You plugged the TV back in, pressed the power button, and pressed play on some random movie. You curled up together, your head resting against his shoulder, the world outside fading away. Laughter bubbled between you, kisses were exchanged, small, sweet, and precious. and whispers of silly secrets.

As the movie played and your eyelids grew heavy, Nagi gently scooped you into his arms, carrying you softly to the bedroom. He laid you down with care, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

"Sleep tight, you pain in the ass," he murmured softly with a faint smile.

a/n: ngl if it was me I would lowk js kicked nagi out of my house.

[mistress-riddle]

tom riddle x ravenclaw head girl!reader

✧ ˚ 　· . cw + req. some she/her pronouns used. i stand behind tom being a bitch. i was kind of yapping, it's 1.1k words... 'I was wondering if you could please write some headcanons for Tom with a Ravenclaw s/o who is extremely intelligent but absolutely sucks at Potions. They are both Head Boy and Head Girl. Ik it doesn’t really make sense if she’s Head Girl and bad at Potions but let’s just say she’s passing because she does homework and puts lots of effort yk 😭 — anon?'

✧˖*°࿐ i think it’s quite plausible for her to be a little challenged with potions and still receive ‘passing’ grades btw. we know that a pass in general is an ‘acceptable’ and that slughorn requires an ‘exceeds expectations’ to enter his advanced potions classroom (newt level). with that being said, she could be great at theory work (such as explaining the effects of a potion, the suitable uses for ingredients and where to find them…), it’s just that when it comes to actually mixing together the proper ingredients, she can’t seem to get the desired end result (so lets say her potion ends up becoming, i don’t know, turquoise instead of green or something like that). the potion may work, but it’s probably not as potent as it should be or it’s considered ‘toxic’ in the typical suggested doses.

✧˖*°࿐ personally, i don’t think tom allowed himself to be anything less than brilliant, and considering how he was one of slughorn’s faves (got away with asking a ‘hypothetical’ question about one of the most obscure dark magic practices, like come on now, that’s peak “english teacher and the athletic popular boys” level of favouritism), i feel like it is safe to say he probably received very high grades in potions, probably an outstanding every time. and if we take into account the cave, where we find the emerald potion (a.k.a. drink of despair) which must be drunk in order for it to disappear (iirc it’s his own creation? or it’s heavily implied that it is) and considering the fact that the potion was most likely not checked on for a while — i feel like it’s valid to assume since the last time he checked on it using kreacher, and did not expire, it could have been the case that the potion was/mimicked an everlasting elixir which means that the potion either never ran out or never became ineffective. and while we don’t have much information about how complex it is to actually create an everlasting potion, it can be assumed that it requires advanced potion-making skills and successful brewing which is hard for people unskilled/average at potion-making. and so, that whole meta was really just my way of trying to say tom is a nerd and probably got really high grades and therefore means he’d be condescending about being smarty mcsmarty pants to our poor head girl 😭

✧˖*°࿐ i imagine he’d make a few underhanded comments here and there like suggesting she should brew something and then following it with a “oh… nevermind!” and then quietly laughing to himself. like stfu mf. no one thinks you’re funny.

✧˖*°࿐ he gives me major ‘i won’t help unless you outright asked (read: begged) for my assistance and if i feel like it, only then will i help you’. i don’t think he’d feel threatened enough by anyone to consider being overtaken, which would have been a reason for him to avoid helping out, because hello? no one could beat him, he probably took every subject available like the nerd he is (narcissistic and a nerd? pick a struggle, you insufferable boy). so yes, if she asked him really really really nicely (i.e. offered him something nice in return which could range from sweets to a whole new wardrobe, his pick) then he would totally, condescendingly tell her to “add the stupid, blasted liver after the brew begins to boil like it said in the book, for fuc— oh, professor slughorn! i was just going over the instructions with…” fake. ass. he’s actually an ethnic dad teaching his kid maths btw, you’re crying and he’s trying to restrain himself from calling you an imbecile and finding 20 synonyms to follow it with. this is why dumbledore rejected you for the dada position, you prick!!

✧˖*°࿐ i think if you were his deskmate/station-mate or whatever, he’d keep his eyes on your potion whenever he’s finished with the necessary steps for his own, purely because he’s bored and is a nosey bitch who likes being an overachiever. “it’s anti-clockwise…” “you know you’re using a quarter instead of a half right now?…” “oh please, you forgot to add the feathers…” like just do it yourself atp. you’re being a menace, even though you might? maybe? possibly? infinitesimally? mean well and don’t want to see the potion blowing up in the poor head girls face or have slughorn walk past her cauldron with a click of his tongue and a disappointed glance of his eyes which in turn causes our ravenclaw’s lips to purse and eyebrows to fall. tom when he sighs and rolls his eyes but charms the ladle to stir in the right direction, adding the necessary proportion of ingredients all whilst looking like he wants to be anywhere but in the classroom he spends so much time in. (tom riddle softie era???? if only he actually wasn’t a dick smh)

✧˖*°࿐ but other than your little potions “floundering”, power couple i hear?? i think when it comes to head boy and head girl relationships it’s either pure love and/or respect or “i genuinely don’t know how you got this title when you’re so incompetent and losery, i think you should kys” which creates for hilarious dynamics ! i think, contrary to popular fanfic belief, tom needs someone who could challenge him a little (not so much that he wants to (and can successfully) destroy them but enough to make him suck his teeth and for his eye to twitch) and i think the most harmless way would be ‘academically’ because god forbid it’s actually magically, then he’s conspiring on how to bring about your downfall because how dare you be better than the most brilliant wizard alive who pushes the boundaries of magic and blah, blah, blah… anywho ! he would definitely appreciate an academic and curious mind who’s imaginative and willing to experiment with him. he thinks the pinnacle of romance is trading books and hanging out in the library so you’d definitely need to be someone who is willing to engage in magical (and sometimes non-magical??) debate with him.

✧˖*°࿐ i also absolutely do think he uses you as an excuse to check out the ravenclaw library because it’s all good and well that he can easily walk into the common room (i mean a riddle for riddle… come on now, it’s too easy) but he would definitely get multiple side eyes for walking in all willy nilly unless he had a reason, i.e. visiting his pretty, intelligent, and amazing head girl of a partner ! tom is not tom if he’s not scheming and plotting to use people to his advantage (even if he likes them romantically, it’s the poor orphan boy unable to make healthy connections in him)

✧ ˚ 　· . return to main masterlist?

[pressgforgoodgirl]

Arthur's Painting

Summary: You and Arthur enjoy a laid back afternoon on the ranch, each taking time to enjoy your own hobbies. In recent months, Arthur has taken up a new artistic venture. After enjoying some time alone, you find Arthur working on his new project. 

Pairing: modern!arthur x female reader

Word count: 1,297

Warnings/tags: suggestiveness at the end, Arthur’s self esteem issues show up a tad again

previous chapter - A Morning on the Lake

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The sun was just beginning to fall after having risen to its noontime peak overhead. The air was comfortably warm, a light breeze passing by to tickle your skin and hair. You and your husband Arthur spent the morning and early afternoon completing your daily chores. The horses had been fed and watered, turned out, exercised, and clean stalls awaited their return at nightfall. You were even able to enjoy a quick horse ride with Arthur through the woods and fields surrounding your remote property. 

After grooming the horses and returning them to the pasture, the two of you strolled over to the Marstons’ to see if you could help with anything on the farm. They put down their work when you approached, allowing you to enjoy each other’s company for a while. Eventually, they returned to their chores, indicating that they were almost done and that there was no need for the two of you to stick around today, though they always appreciated your offer.

When you and Arthur returned to the ranch, you decided to split off, allowing each other time to enjoy your own hobbies. You adored and loved each other deeply, but you also appreciated moments of solitude, allowing yourself to focus solely on your interests, to let your mind water, to spend time exploring your individuality. You felt wholly connected, as if he really was a part of you, and you him. Spending time alone allowed you and Arthur to reunite feeling as though you were truly an inseperable union composed of two individual souls. 

You often described yourself as a hobby “explorer.” You were amazed, sometimes overwhelmed, by the possibilities life offered you. You found yourself drawn to learn and discover as many things as you could, never committing yourself wholly to one hobby. Today, you had set your mind on making jewelry. You hoped to make a nature-based piece, using as many items as you could from the land surrounding you. 

You started by finding some long blades of grass. You pulled them up and tied them together at one end. Then, you began to braid down the strands until you had the base of a necklace. Next, you would find flowers to weave into the grass. You went on through fields and down by the lake for a while, soaking in the sunshine and clean, crisp air. You watched fish leaping in the water, birds flying overhead, and dragonflies buzzing around you. 

Arthur had been an artist nearly all of his life. It started with sketches from his day to day life. These soon made their way into journals he came to keep consistently, adding notes of memories, thoughts, happenings, etc. When you had first discovered Arthur’s journal, he was incredibly shy, and it took lots of coaxing to let you see even one of his drawings. But as your relationship developed, he opened himself and his work up to you. It was a continuing effort to bolster his confidence and self-esteem, but you were making progress.

Arthur had returned from a trip to town one day with a bag labeled “Leroy’s Fine Arts and Crafts.” Your eyes caught the print, astonished and excited that Arthur had bought something for himself, and art supplies at that. When you asked him what he had purchased, he tried to wave you off, claiming it was “just a few things for his journal.” But you could always see through Arthur’s fibs. 

“Oh really now?” you had challenged, a wide grin covering your face. “Why don’t you show me then, if it’s just a few things for your journal?”

“Well, you see… now I…” Arthur had stammered back, hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck while a rosy red crept up his hot cheeks, avoiding eye contact. You had been married several years now and been together for even longer. “Why am I so nervous to show her?” he had thought to himself. It wasn’t like him to hide things from you, but he still felt vulnerable when it came to his artwork, no matter how safe he felt with you. 

Sensing the insecurity he felt, you softened your approach. You walked up to him gently, wrapping your hands around his neck. Arthur returned your embrace, resting his hands on your hips, his bag still in one hand. You stroked the back of his neck reassuringly and planted a kiss on his cheek. “You know I love your drawings Arthur, and I love you even more. I’m just excited to see what piqued your interest, is all.”

Arthur’s chest swelled with warmth at your words. He planted a loving kiss on your forehead, then pulled back to show you the contents of the bag. “I saw some oil paintings on the wall at the bar when we were there the other night. I thought I’d give it a shot” Arthur shrugged. “I probably won’t be any good at it, but maybe I’ll enjoy it.” 

You smiled up at him, excited to hear about his new hobby, but sad to hear the self doubt he had voiced. “Whether you enjoy it or not is all that really matters, Arthur” you encouraged. You were sure Arthur would be an amazing oil painter, too, though you didn’t want him to feel any more pressure than he was already giving himself, and you knew it truly wasn’t the point of pursuing a new interest anyhow. So for now, you let his comments about “not being any good” slide. 

Time revealed your predictions to be true. With lots of time and practice, Arthur had become quite adept with oil, creating beautiful paintings of the horses and the landscape surrounding your home. These were the paintings that now adorned the walls of your cabin. 

And so, it was no surprise when after having finished your necklace and again desiring Arthur’s company, you found him at the edge of a field, sitting on a stool, easel propped up in front, painting the sights before him. He heard you approaching, turning around and beaming you a smile. You swore your heart stopped a little bit each time he looked at you like that, no matter how many times he had done it. You came up next to him, placing a gentle hand on his non-dominant shoulder, being sure not to disturb his brush strokes. It was a piece he had been working on for a few weeks now, and it was finally coming together. You stood there, awestruck, unsure if you were captivated more by the canvas or the handsome stud sitting before it.  

You placed a kiss behind his ear. He lowered his brush a moment to turn and plant a kiss on your lips. Returning his gaze to the painting, he said, “Not too bad, huh?”

“Not too bad?” you asked incredulously. “It’s amazing, Arthur. You should be incredibly proud of your work.”

“Aw, you’re just saying that to get me into bed later, ain’tcha?” Arthur joked, still learning how to accept your praises, still learning how to believe them. 

“Oh I know it doesn't take much to get you under my sheets” you teased back with a wink. “But really, Arthur. Just take the compliment, because truly, I mean it. I’m lucky to be with someone as incredibly talented as you.”

“Oh, alright then, pretty lady” Arthur said, letting you have your way and picking up the hand you had placed on his shoulder to plant a kiss on the back of it. “You hungry? Whaddya say I cook you some dinner?”

“Oh I don’t know, cowboy. Will it come with dessert?” you replied with a wicked grin. 

“You dirty woman,” Arthur chuckled back, shaking his head. 

You guessed you would have to wait and see. 

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Written for @steddiemicrofic.

Humming Under His Skin

June Prompt: Hot | Word Count: 315 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Steve | Tags: Future Fic, Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Boys in Love, Long Distance Relationship

The heat is unexplainable. A crackle, a spark, Steve can feel igniting in his chest. A fire that burns. He's never felt like this about anyone, not a single soul. He'd have said it was all made up, that kind of attraction. It seemed to be invented strictly for romance novels and love songs.

That kind of pull, of draw. 

That kind of connection, humming under his skin.

But then, there Eddie was. Surviving, thriving, even. Determined to get better after the bats, just so he could get the fuck out of Hawkins faster. Steve had never seen anything like it, that kind of stubborn persistence to heal faster than anyone expected. It's as if Eddie willed it into existence, just by wanting it.

Needing it.

Steve puts his hands in Eddie's hair and tugs. Pulling on his curls, making him grin. His hair is getting long. Longer than usual, and it tells Steve it's been too long since he's seen him. The cities, the road, keep them apart. Corroded Coffin's out playing the bar circuit, hoping for a break, anything that'll get Eddie out of Hawkins permanently. Steve knows Eddie never wants to set foot there again, but Steve's still tethered to it.

What if something happens again? What if the Upside Down suddenly flares hot again? He can't be gone. Not for long. Not yet. Not until the kids are grown.

But being here, meeting up, finally together and touching him like this? Steve realizes phone calls really aren't enough, not when he's this in love. He needs to see him more.

Eddie rolls onto his side and looks into Steve's eyes, putting up his hand. Steve presses his palm against Eddie's, then laces their fingers together, squeezing. 

"I've missed you," Steve says, because he has. Like crazy.

"I've missed you, too, Harrington," Eddie says, "we need to meet like this more often."

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[baronessvonglitter]

Code Blue

Javier Peña x Tim Rockford | WC: 2K

Summary: On a double date, Agent Javier Peña and Detective Tim Rockford are more interested in each other than in the bubbly blonde badge bunnies they're with.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit for smut. Mentions of drinking alcohol. MLM. BJs. Deepthroating. Semi-public sex. Restroom sex. Pena goes commando - this is canon, duh. Spit as lube. Anal fingering. Anal sex. Protected sex. If this ain't your thing, keep scrolling.

A/n: This is for the Pedro Pascal Pride Challenge hosted by @mandaloriankait 💙thank you for putting together such a fun and inclusive challenge! I had another one in mind to add but I haven't had the time, hopefully I'll get to it soon 😊

This is my first go at mlm fiction! I've written ffm and mmf fics, but never just guy-on-guy and I have to admit, I had fun with this 😏

Here we are - the Holster and the Tac Vest.. I wanted to write a pairing that I personally haven't read before, so Tim and Javi P were a perfect fit, pun intended. If anyone has any Tim x Javi fic recs, please send 'em my way! ❤️

dividers by @strangergraphics 👑

JAVIER PEÑA MASTERLIST

TIM ROCKFORD MASTERLIST

FULL MASTERLIST

Badge bunnies. That's what everyone calls them. They see a shiny law enforcement officer badge and get all wet and creamy for the man behind it. Tim Rockford has never really taken advantage of the charisma his status provides, even when a woman has been more than ready and willing. He's just not the type. He'd rather come home to a good woman, find her asleep on the couch waiting for him, their dog curled up at her feet.

But in a town like this a steady relationship is hard to come by. So he commits himself to his job and the very, very occasional fling.

Javier Peña was the one to convince him to go out. A DEA agent in town who was part of Rockford's new task force, Javier had a natural way with the ladies, out with a different one every night. Within a few weeks his exploits had become legendary among the rest of Tim's team. Now he's sitting across from the man, gritting his teeth as he glowers at Javier's perpetual smirk, his dark tousled hair, the aviators hanging on the front of his shirt which is already unbuttoned more than Tim would ever do. He can see the man's chest hair for crying out loud.

The woman sitting next to Javier is friends with the woman sitting next to Tim. You'd think they were sisters. Both blonde and bubbly, wearing too much lip gloss and too much hair product and way too much perfume. Tim has never known such flammable women.

"Rockford is the man in charge. Locally, at least," Peña says, raising his beer to the detective. "He's the hardass keeping us all in line."

"I hope not only his ass is hard," Tim's date giggles, her pink-taloned hands squeezing his bicep through his long-sleeve work shirt. He still has his suspenders on, despite Javier telling him to ditch them before they left the station.

Despite himself, Tim is more annoyed than intrigued. He shifts around in his seat, glancing around at the other bar-goers. His date pouts a little, looking to Javi as if he holds the answer. "It's okay, chiquita," he says softly, his thumb stroking her wrist. "Why don't you two angels go powder your noses?" he suggests, and he and Tim get out of their seats to let the women out.

Javi winks and waves at them before they disappear out of sight beneath the neon restrooms sign before his smile drops and his gaze hardens on Tim, still sulking in the booth across from him. "What the hell is your problem?" he hisses.

Tim snaps his head up, eyes narrowed and steely. "What the fuck are you talking about, Peña?"

"You! You're such a goddamn stick in the mud, acting like a pendejo when this beautiful woman is all over you, practically begging to ride your cock. What, you're not into women?"

"Fuck you." Tim's glare is lethal.

Javi mutters something like you wish and leans back in his seat. "Fine. If you want, I'll take them both home with me. Wouldn't be the first time. Just thought I'd share the wealth since you can't get any pussy on your own."

"I can get pussy any time I want," Tim counters, hands on the table as if he's getting ready to fight.

"Okay, man," Javi shrugs, calmly lighting up a cigarette, unaffected by his partner's ire, giving the ladies a smile as they return. "All prettied up for us, huh, dolls? How about another round of cherry margaritas?" He motions to the bartender.

"Gotta take a piss," Tim mutters, giving his date a tired smile as he gets up and heads towards the restrooms at the back.

He doesn't actually have to pee. He just splashes some water on his face, doing a mental countdown of how long he can get away with being in here. He leans over the sink, splashing more water onto the back of his neck, cooling his skin. He doesn't know how he started getting so hot.

Peña comes in, casting a casual glance over at the detective. "You good, man?" he asks, settling in front of a urinal and unzipping his jeans.

"Yeah," Rockford grunts, adding some soap and washing his hands. In the mirror he eyes the younger man, head bowed down as he stands at the urinal. Tim eyes up the man, checking out his broad shoulders, his narrow waist, and he swears he sees Peña's ass clench and unclench-

Shaking his head, Rockford turns off the faucet and heads for the motion-sensored hand dryer, which is taking longer to activate.

"You look pretty worked up," Peña says, washing his hands at the sink. "I could suck your cock for you."

Rockford hears the last part as if he's underwater. His mouth goes dry, heart pumping wildly. "What?"

Peña shrugs, finishing up at the sink and moving towards Rockford at the dryer. "If I suck your cock it might calm you down a bit." He gives the dryer a solid slap and it starts up.

"I'm not- I'm really not-" Tim backs away.

"Not what? Hard? Look down, my friend. You've been hard since I walked in."

Tim groans, not needing to look below his belt to know he's bricked up.

"It's just an offer," Peña says coolly. "I had a feeling you weren't digging that chica by your side tonight. Is that the reason you don't want to be here?" He walks Tim backward until he meets the wall and is effectively trapped. The younger man's smirk grows to a smile. "You were checking out my ass in the mirror, weren't you? And all night you've been eyeing me instead of the sweet piece of ass next to you. You think I don't know what kind of thoughts you have in mind?"

Rockford is speechless, staring at Peña's lips, licking his own as he imagines how they'd feel wrapped around his cock.

"You can tell me to leave," Peña offers. "Tell me to fuck off and I'll go, and we'll forget this ever happened."

This is a way out, a proposition to go back and just be work buddies again.

Instead, Rockford locks the door. "On your knees, agent," he says gruffly.

Peña's mouth fills with saliva as he eagerly unzips Rockford's pants and undoes the button, slowly revealing the detective's boxers: white with red hearts. "Just like the cartoons, eh?" Pena smirks.

"Shut.... up," he moans as the younger man palms him through the material.

"Dios mio," Peña mutters. "I thought I was pretty hung, but you're huge."

"Think you can take it all?" Rockford rasps.

"I guess we'll find out." Peña peels down the underwear and lets Tim's cock free, his girthy length bobbing up, the tip flushed red and already leaking precum. Javi's tongue laps up the pearly bead and grins when he hears Tim groan. "Ever had your cock sucked by another man?" he asks.

"None of your business," Tim grunts. "Put your mouth to work."

Peña complies, giving the crown a languorous lick and enjoying the detective's needy groan. He spits on Tim's rod, using his hand to stroke it to full hardness before descending his lips on Rockford again. Tim sighs, placing his hand on the back of Javi's head and Javi fondles his balls, looking up to see Rockford react. They're already big and swollen. Javi's sure to get a good, thick load out of them.

He spits on it, giving Tim's dick a few tugs, feeling him pulse and twitch in his hand. Javi's tongue caresses the length of it, from base to tip, tongue circling the crown again, teasing, wiggling his tongue into the slit at the top. Rockford groans, his blood on fire as he urges the younger man forward. His breath catches in his throat when Javi's lips wrap around him, taking him into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks.

"Just like that," Tim rasps. "Didn't know you were such a pro.."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Peña wears a shit-eating grin as he gives the older man's balls a light squeeze before taking him into his throat, all the way back deep, and Tim nearly blows his load when Javi gags on it. Though his eyes water, he holds onto Tim's thighs, covering his cock in thick saliva. He gives a pitiful moan as Tim's large hand presses on the back of his head, keeping him there.

Peña takes a big gulp of air when Tim finally releases him. His eyes are lust-glazed and dark as he meets the detective's similarly lecherous gaze. "I bet you don't have it in you to fuck me.."

Rockford bends Peña over the sink, turning the agent's head to give a sloppy kiss as he shoves the younger man's jeans down. He raises his brow when he sees that Javi goes commando.

"I don't like restriction," Peña says coolly. Tim grabs a handful of his bare asscheek and smacks it. "I think you just wanted to make it easier for me," he huffs in his ear.

"Grab the condom, it's in my front pocket," Javi tells him, and Rockford finds it, places it on the sink edge. He lubes up his fingers with spit and traces the rim of Peña's ass, watching the agent's face in the mirror. "Damn, you're tight.. and hot," he mutters.

"More," Peña moans, bracing the sink, biceps bulging with the effort. Tim obliges him, stuffing a second thick finger into Javi's anus. Javi bites his lip, letting out a sighing grunt.

"Need more than this?" Rockford mutters, nipping Peña's earlobe with his teeth.

"I can handle it.. can you?" The agent smirks at him in the mirror. In return Rockford pistons his hand, fingering him harder. "I'll give you more, god damn it."

He grabs the condom and rips it open, sheathes his cock with it before teasing it at Javi's ass. Javi's already spitting into his palm and jerking off, his face pink with exertion and anticipation. Tim lands another glob of spit right on Peña's ass and nudges in smoothly, pressing his forearm down on Javi's back as he bottoms out. They both gasp in relief and pleasure.

He moves slow at first, savoring the way Peña's hole tightens around him, sucking him in. "It's what you wanted, isn't it?" Javi's telling him, jaw hung open as he gets stuffed. "You've been thinking about it the past few weeks."

"Jesus. Anyone ever tell you you're a mouthy bottom?" Tim grunts, grabbing hold of Peña's hips and thrusting in deep, smirking when the younger man loses his words, just moans, gripping the sink harder.

The sound of Tim's balls thwacking against the backs of Javi's thighs is resounding in the small room, punctuated by their groans and sighs and muttered curses. Javi's stroking himself in time with Tim's thrusts, ready to spill.

Tim pulls Javi close as he comes, hips stuttering then stilling. Javi wastes no time as soon as Tim disengages, getting rid of the condom. "My turn, detective," he says, and Rockford goes on his knees to finish him off.

It's sloppy work, nothing like the precise and thoughtful steps he takes in his work. Rockford is all tongue and spit, barely intelligible, begging for Peña's come. Peña grabs his hair, pulling him roughly against him. His pubic hairs tickle Tim's nose as he keeps him there, a small taste of his own medicine from earlier. He thrusts in roughly a few times, throat fucking him until he comes, his hot white spend shooting into the detective's mouth.

"Oh shit, they're gone." Javi states the obvious as they emerge from the men's room, cleaned up but still a little disheveled.

"Oh no." Tim's voice is flat, relief flooding his veins.

"Think we should find out where they went?"

"Nah.. badge bunnies come and badge bunnies go." Peña leans against the bar, lighting a cigarette as he settles the bill. "Wanna come back to my place?"

"What do you think?" Tim grants him a quick wink before they leave.

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[letloverule1111]

FanFic Share "Challenge"--What are the last 5 fanfics you've read that you LOVE?

HI--this is my post from reddit...sharing it here because I really want to know what y'all are reading!

I'm always looking to discover wonderful fanfics and I soooooo many fics that I love have come from suggestions here! So I want to play a fun "challenge" (challenge isn't really the right word for this but we're going to use it anyway, k?)

HERE'S WHAT TO DO:

Go to your History

Starting from your most recent read scroll back and note fanfics you've LOVED...(meaning, if in your 5 most recent fics you've read you've only truly LOVED 3 of them then keep scrolling back until you have 5!)

When you have 5 of them, list them/link them here!

I'll start!!!

Just Like North by anincompletelist (soldouthaz) This is a Maze Runner au. I have personally never read or watched Maze Runner but trust me, the writing and story telling is SO GOOD that it won't matter. If you like dystopic future/badass Alex fics YOU WILL LOVE THIS!

love thorns all over this rose by theprinceandagcd  @theprinceandagcd HOLY SHIT. This fic killed me in all the best ways. The writing is amazing. It will tear your heart apart before it is put back together so if you like angst, READ THIS IMMEDIATELY. Alex thinks he's incapable of being a good boyfriend due to a past experience--together with his "not good enough" stuff this is a potent combo. So when he hooks up with Henry, he makes it clear it is just sex and friendship...of course, Alex is a tortured soul...you guys--this fic is so good and my summary is lame...just trust me--EXCELLENT.

all i wanted (was you) by ksmalltalk Author's summary: It's been nearly a decade since exes Henry and Alex have last seen or heard from each other. After one unexpected night of reuniting thanks to the meddling of their mutual friend, the pair find that neither time nor circumstance can stop their flame from rekindling. With the complications of Henry's marriage to another man and his scheduled return to London looming, the two must navigate life's difficulties as they grapple with what a possible future could mean for them. NOTE: the epilogue hasn't been posted yet but no reason to think it won't be. This is a reliable poster. AND even if the epilogue never gets posted, the story is complete and SO SO SO WORTH READING!

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) by kiwiana  @kiwiana-writes Dare I say, one of the absolute best fics in our fandom. This is actually a re-read I did. Author's summary: Alex is a former child star struggling to make the transition into being seen as a serious actor. He jumps at an opportunity to perform on stage in the UK, seeing it as a way to break free from the typecasting and show what he can really do. But he wasn’t prepared to star alongside someone he hates. // Henry is a recent theatre graduate who accepts an amazing role in a queer reimagining of Much Ado About Nothing. And then it turns out his co-star is none other than the man he’s been hopelessly pining after for years—even though Henry made a terrible first impression when they met. // It’s… well, it’s practically Shakespearean.

Breathing In, Breathing Out by smc_27 One of the best writers in our fandom, I believe. Author's summary: He can’t believe just when he started to get the sense he actually knew what he was doing, Henry would pull this. Like, as far as Alex knows he hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s on time for dates and he calls when he says he will. He remembers what Henry likes to eat and what his favourite drink is. He doesn’t watch movies alone that he thinks will be fun to watch together. He tries not to be distracting when they’re supposed to be studying.

He’s been thinking of Henry as his boyfriend in his head for like two weeks now.

Worrying Henry’s been lying about how much he likes this - how much he likes Alex - fucking hurts.

Okay! I can't wait to see what you've been reading (that you love)!!!! Yay! Thanks for playing!

BONUS--CURRENT READ IS

Bluebonnets and Polo Mallets by Chamel. @cha-melodius. Another one of the best writers in the fandom. Fic is a WIP but WILL get posted to completion. If you ever wanted to know what would happen when Polo player, Henry, and Rodeo star, Alex, meet up...this is your fic. SO GOOD!

[starrydreamerluna]

Huntrix was formed on a survival show-

-to test the trainees compatibility with rumi and the rest of the public. To see who had the spark to become a demon hunter.

Zoey(14) auditions with a sunlight sisters song she wrote an extended part for so she could rap, because Bobby sent it in for her wanting her to at least try to pursue music.

Mira(16) gets scouted at a dance meet where no one knows who she is so she ends up hiding herself as mira and dying her hair black so no one recognises her on the show.

Rumi(15) was a shoe in obviously, but she'd not guaranteed for the final lineup if the honmoon doesn't resonate with her enough (she can use it still though because the sunlight sisters are still technically active and rumi inherited her mothers claim to use it)

There's a few weeks of the usual training and covering songs before Celine starts being able to whittle down her shortlist and starts encouraging the girls to push themselves to connect with the music theyre performing and think how the audience will connect with it.

Zoey rumi and mira get put together by chance and outperform the other teams in a Sunlight sisters themed challenge/mission where the girls really made the songs their own. Mira choreographs new parts including an improved dancebreak, rumi opts up in her high notes and adlibs but also guides her teammates on harmonies and zoey kills it with her best rap yet.

When it gets down to the final 10 girls one of them gets injured in a practice room and has to pull out after she's found by rumi and Celine, leaving 3 teams of three girls. Celine therefore decides to pull out the final challenge- she wants each team to work with eschother and as much staff as they need to produce a demo debut. What do they want their debut to sound like, what foot are they putting forward? How are they gonna present themselves to their fans?

The ones who resonate the strongest with the honmoon will win their debut. They have 6 weeks. (During which the actual episodes start airing.)

There's a bit of angst and hurt going between the teams and their members, zoey is panicking about her heritage and ability because people are calling her western and her schoolmates are watching her. Mira realises people are starting to figure out who she is, and rumi knows that a demon attacked the trainee that got hurt, trying to prevent the hunters coming together.

before Celine can know for sure who her apprentices may be demons break into rumi, mira and zoeys practice session and they find out about it all because rumi has to defend them. When she gets pinned in comes mira with a steal chair and 14 year old zoey uses her cheerleading experience to kick a few demons back.

Unfortunately they do steal something: zoeys notebook which fucking devastates her. Rumi promises its okay.

Zoey in all her childish dumbassery decides to sneak out that night to go get her notebook back, partly her own drive, partly a tempt by gwi-ma to get her killed once he found out it had a lot of confessions of her anxiety throughout the show.

Mira was on her way back after being confronted by her parents about everything when zoey left. She's so angry at them she decided to cut off contact because she felt so at home in the dorms.

Both of them accidentally unknowingly tear the honmoon and its rumi to the rescue, until yknow. The girls summon their weapons for the first time. They start writing the song then and there, zoey inspired by the sounds of the honmoon for a baseline, mira channeling her want to beat shit up into choreography and rumi's awkward sassy ass coming up with the hook while insulting demons.

Zoey calls in Bobby for support because he's her legal guardian while she's in Korea and he starts helping manage their tasks and they get the demo done with enough time to go on a few more hunts to get the notebook back because Bobby let's it slip how important they are to zoey.

Celine isn't happy with them when she finds them after biting off more than they can chew.

She is incredibly impressed two days later when they perform their song at the live finale and the honmoon soars in recognition of its new guardians.

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Toddler Van HCs?

- Van typically regresses around 5-7, but sometimes she’ll be smaller, 2-4.

- A toddler regressed Van has an endless supply of energy. She’s always running and jumping and trying to climb things she shouldn’t be climbing.

- Tai is always chasing her, because she thought it would be hilarious to steal a laundry basket and try ride it down the stairs or have a ‘who can jump the highest’ challenge with Mel on the couch.

- Speaking of Mel, they are the absolute best of friends. Always playing crazy games together and insisting on wearing matchy twin clothes. Usually Van is older and Mel follows her lead, but when Van is feeling younger Mel gets super excited about getting to be the big sibling - though sometimes the pressure gets her a bit flustered.

- Toddler Van is pretty prone to accidents. She tends to get super invested in a game or activity and forgets about everything else, because of this if Tai notices Van is feeling a little smaller than usual she’ll get her into a pull-up. Van isn’t usually too fussed by this. As long as no one else really knows.

- She can be super sensitive, and is much more prone to tears when she’s this young. What seems like smallest thing to everyone else can set her off, and once she’s off it usually leads to a complete breakdown.

- Lots and lots of babbling - she’s never ever quiet unless he’s really focused on something in which case she’s absolutely silent.

- Biiiig chewer, when she’s this small she’s usually just watching the others play - wide eyed with a teether in her mouth and her stuffed dragon in her hand. She tries to put literally everything in her mouth.

- Van and Nat love sending their hotwheels cars flying down the stairs. They also love playing dinosaurs and stomping around and growling. The two of them really enjoy getting to be loud and a little bit disruptive when they know they aren’t going to get hurt or in trouble because of it.

[taintedheartx]

clingy!neteyam headcannons

a/n: a little late sorry :( to the anon that requested neteyam hcs.. this one’s for you pookie <33 not proofread

Pairings: Neteyam x omatikaya!reader

warnings/tags: fluff & kisses mostly

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-what his love language is ?

he’s definitely an acts of service guy and makes sure all your needs are met. Quality time as well since he always wants to take walks with you or ride your ikrans together.

-how he views you?

at first of course he viewed you as his most special best friend since you’ve been around since you were both very young..until eventually it grew into something more romantic.

- how protective he is ?

he’s always been protective, whether it was adjusting your top after you’ve been moving around a lot or grabbing your arm as your clumsy self slips on a wet branch, he’s always looking out for you.

-how he cheers you up when your sad?

He hates when your sad and will always ask what’s on your mind, unless you don’t want to talk about it he doesn’t push, and will just sit in silence with you, your head on his shoulder, which always makes your feel better.

-What makes him worry about you the most ?

you had to get used to the physical challenge of your iknimaya which was very difficult for you at first, he worried you were pushing yourself hard but asked his father if he could accompany you and help train you so he could ease your nerves. He even made you a pretty visor to wear when riding your ikran.

-how he tries to impress you?

He always tries his best to impress you either with his hunting skills, cooking skills or making you clothes and accessories, he’s such a gentleman making sure you never need to ask for anything.

-How he drops hints that shows he likes you?

he’s actually very subtle in his approach gifting you little things, trinkets so you can’t really tell if he’s trying to be friendly or just blatantly showing interest but you think nothing of it, until he eventually grew tired of getting nowhere and outright asked to court you.

- what his perfect idea of a date is?

his perfect idea of a date will he waits for eclipse to come and then sets it up perfectly by a beautiful stream, he lays a basket of flowers in the middle and puts a array of your favorite fruits. He loves spending time and talking with you. It is here he confesses his feelings.

- Does he enjoy loving or being loved?

he loves the idea of love, ever since he was a child he heard the love story of his parents, his father always taught him to be caring and to love hard, so he very much is open about his love for you, as much of a clingy lover he is, he loves being loved by you.

- what makes him blush/gets their heart pounding?

You, your definitely more bold in showing your love so whenever you flirt it makes him very nervous, you love kissing his face all over just so you can see his bashful smile and purple blush in his cheeks.

-How do you win his heart ?

As much as he resembles his mother, he has more similar traits relating to her than you realize, so he falls in love the same way as her, when he was assigned to train you he wasn’t ecstatic but he quickly realized that he actually liked being around you and teaching you new things.

-How does he show affection?

He LOVES kissing you, at first he was too shy to reciprocate any affection because the only love he felt all his life was familial, not ever romantic so it was definitely something he had to get used to but once he got comfortable, he’s all over you. 🤭

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A/N: this was a little rushed cus I did it during class so I hope it’s not that bad lol - 🎧

[sydwritess]

The Life of Racing Pt. 2

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: through it all, the racing, the media, the meetings. What matters to Lando the most is you. His home life is just as important as track life. Some days, he doesn't balance it easily. But through it all, the both of you try. Going through some challenges, but always coming out together, hand in hand again.

Second Person POV

Notes: my first F1 series! Requests are open!

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You woke up early to your alarm. You pick your phone to turn it off. You look at the time 5:30 a.m.

You get up slowly, the sun slowly rising. You go over to your suitcase which was in the corner of the room, getting a pair of clothes out for today.

You turn back around to walk to the bathroom, only to find Lando in your bed. You quickly rush over to him, shaking him awake.

"Lando! You need to leave."

"What? Why?"

"You need to go, you didn't wake up early like you said!" You say, pulling the covers off of him.

"So?"

"So you could get caught leaving my god damn room."

"So I could just say we were talking about work." He said, smirking and standing up.

"At 5:30? In your clothes from yesterday? Seriously?"

"What? I do have multiple shirts you know. I could say I have extras."

"Go, now. I'll just- see you at work." You say, walking into the bathroom and changing.

"Jeez, you act like you have a secret boyfriend or something." He said through the door.

You open the door slightly, brushing out your hair. "Not funny."

"It's a little bit funny." He said, stepping closer to you.

"Not. Funny."

"Relax, you're too... high strung." He said calmly wrapping his arms around your waist.

"And what are you going to do when you get fired? Get hired by Nascar?"

"I could." He shrugged.

"Cute."

"I know I am." He says, smiling sweetly.

You continue doing your hair. Lando still clinging on to you like your going to fall off the face of the earth. You make your way out into the kitchen area, grabbing water and some food today, packing your work bag to leave.

"You should seriously leave." You say.

He sighs deeply. "I know, I know." He says, going over to the door and getting his shoes on.

"I'll see you at work." You say. He walks over to you, pulling you into a big hug.

"I'll see you there." He says quietly. You can't help but giggle at him.

He pulls away from the hug, walking over to the door and quickly leaving.

You finish packing the last of your things, giving Lando time to get down the hallway at least. You walk over to the door, putting your shoes on, grabbing your keys and heading out of your room.

You walk down the hallway, stopping in front of the elevators in the middle. You quickly go on your phone, going through notifications as you click the button on the elevator. It slowly rises down to your floor and opens.

You walk in, still on your phone, you go to press the lobby button but noticed it's already lit.

"Morning stranger." A deep voice says. You turn your head to see Lando and Oscar standing there.

"Morning." You say.

"Late night, early morning?" Lando asks. You look at him confused. Really, confused.

"What?" You genuinely ask confused.

"Are you two okay?" Oscar asks, looking between you and him.

"Yeah, well I'm just asking a question. We do work together right?" Lando says.

"Right." Oscar says slowly.

"Well, I see your fashion sense has changed." You say, looking at Lando's clothes. He has on a matching leather jacket with pants.

"What does that mean?"

"Oh you know. Better from what you were wearing yesterday? Actually, who helped pick that out for you?" You ask, playing his game.

"I-"

"Well whoever it is, they have good fashion taste." You say. The elevator finally comes to a stop.

"Who ever she is must be one lucky lady." You say, smirking as you walk out of the elevator.

You walk through the lobby. There were only few people in there. You walk outside, the sky painted many warm colors.

You open he car door, throwing your bag in the backseat.

"Fancy car mate." Lando said, walking up next to you.

"Better then your Porsche 911?" You ask.

"Hmm. That need's some thought." He said, putting his hand to his chin.

"What is this?" He asks.

"BMW M5, 2023." You say.

"Wow, you know your stuff."

"What can I say?"

"You know- we should ride with you." Lando says loudly.

"What?" Oscar asks, closing his car door.

"What are you doing?" You whsiper.

"Well, we're all going to the same place."

"I leave later then you."

"It's okay."

"No- no."

"Yeah, watch it's fine." he says calmly.

"No-"

"Osc, were going with y/n today!" Lando shouts, walking over to the passenger side.

"Uhm- okay." Oscar says, getting his things and walking over slowly.

You get in the car as Lando stands on the passenger side, waiting for Oscar.

"Wipe your feet off." You say, Oscar does before he get's in the car. Lando starts to wipe his on the inside mat

"On the outside not the inside!"

"Oops sorry." He said. You roll your eyes.

"I feel like Oscar should be in the front. He always get's left behind." You say.

"Thanks y/n. At least someone appreciates the well being of a human." Oscar says.

You start the car, and slowly back out of the parking lot.

"That was clean." Lando says.

"What?"

"The engine. Sounds good."

"Okay, you sound like a total weirdo." Oscar says, leaning forwards.

You continue to drive through downtown, the traffic seemingly getting heavier. You drive over Pont De La Concorde bridge, slowly coming to a stop due to traffic.

"Wouldn't it be cool if a shark just jumped out of the water just now?" Lando asked. His voice cutting through the silence.

"Mate, are you high or something?" Oscar said.

"Just... having a good day." Lando smiled.

Oscar then turned his head towards you. You saw him through the rear view mirror. You looked at him through it and shrugged, focusing your eyes back on the road.

Traffic had started to lighten up, and you were moving slowly across the bridge again. You exited off the highway and pulled into the circuit. You went towards the other side, driving to the employee parking lot and parking the car.

All of you got out of the car, grabbing your bag's before walking down to the paddock past the many garages.

You made it to the McLaren garage, setting your stuff down at one of the desk.

You got your laptop and notebook out, copying down notes from last night and creating them into and article.

"Did you get those published yet?" Zak asks, walking up next to you.

"No, I just have a few more things to do." You say.

"Alright. Maybe try working on them on the plane ride tonight." He says.

"The plane ride?" You ask quietly.

"Yeah, to New York. For the Premier?"

"Oh right. Yeah I can do that."

"Okay, cause I really need these done."

"Yeah I know. I'm sorry." You say. He nods and walks away, back to where Lando and Oscar were sitting.

You turn your focus back to the computer, but not before meeting Lando's eyes.

You continue typing away for an hour straight, not lifting your eyes off of the screen. One article published after another.

You lean back in your chair, looking over the last paragraph you wrote when Zak had sat next to you. He logged into the computer and started reviewing some data sheets.

"I'm going for a quick walk." You say, standing up and grabbing your phone next to you.

"Alright. We have a team meeting in an hour. You don't have to come if you don't want to." He said.

"Okay, I'll be back." You say, walking out of the garage.

You walk down through the paddock, walking among the crowd. There were still media tents set up, and camera's everywhere, which you didn't expect for the last day.

You were coming to the end of the garages, media still going down the strip. There was little commotion going on in one spot. It was pretty loud throughout the paddock, but this was somewhat louder. You walk ahead through the crowd, seeing what was going on.

In the middle, you a little girl crying next to a camera man, he looked like he was trying to talk to her.

"Everything okay?" You ask. The man looks up at you quickly.

"I don't know, I- I found her crying here but she won't talk." He said nervously. You crouch down to her level, the guy stepped aside, letting you to her.

"Hey sweetie, are you okay?" You ask gently. She shakes her head.

"What's wrong? Are you lost?"

"I don't know where my mom is." She said, her voice shaking. You look back up at the guy, he looked at you and took the hint to leave.

"It's okay, we can find her. Do you mind telling me your name?"

"Adeline."

"That's a pretty name Adeline. Where did your mom go, do you remember?" You ask carefully.

"No. I don't- it's to loud." She cried. Your heart broke.

"Okay. It's okay. What does she look like?"

"Her hair is brown, and she's wearing a blue shirt, and black pants, and she has my backpack on her back." She said.

"Okay. Do you want to come with me? We can look for her." You say. She nodded and took your hand.

You walk through the crowd, walking along the garages to see if she was there. You walk up and down the strip, eventually walking back to the McLaren garage.

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Lando's POV:

"Yeah, I don't know." Oscar said. Me and him were talking about this upcoming meeting in the garage.

"Are you going to the premier?" I ask.

"Yeah, flying right out..." Oscar said. He continued talking. I blocked him out.

I look over his shoulder to see Y/n come into the garage, a kid attached to her hip.

"What- Lando!" Oscar claps.

"What?"

"Did you hear anything?" He asked. I shook my head. He looks back at Y/n to.

"You like her don't you?" He asks.

"Shut up." I mumble.

"Did you know she has a kid?" He says, looking over at her again.

She looks panicked.

Stressed even.

"She doesn't"

"And how would you know?"

"Just a guess."

Hey loves! Pt. 2 is here! Comment to be added to the tag list! Requests are open!

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[harvesterhexenon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garth & Dick Grayson & Roy Harper & Donna Troy & Wally West, Dick Grayson & Donna Troy Characters: Garth (DCU), Dick Grayson, Donna Troy, Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper, Wally West Additional Tags: Mentor Swap, Curses, Confusion, Bruce Wayne Tries, (could be ooc since i’m unused to like half of these characters) Series: Part 5 of codep(arent)endent Summary:

…She pursed her lips. “I’m not sure—“

“I know you get these headaches whenever we talk about this but please?”

She inclined her head and sighed. “I will think about it.”

That wasn’t a no, but it wasn’t yet a yes….

or

[FFW Day 5 → Mentor Swap/Different Mentors AU] It’s like looking into a funhouse mirror.

[red-moon-at-night]

After doing some research on the types of pets people had in ancient Greece, I'd like to imagine that Helen is the sort of person who has a whole menagerie of birds — and she loves each and every one of them very, very much.

It fits well with her being good at mimicry, you know. Talking and imitating and singing with her beloved birds 💜

Close up under the read more:

I had to include that one necklace from the minoan 'saffron goddess' fresco because it's my favourite thing Ever

[nouverx]

Day 1 and Day 2 of RadioStatic Week

First Meeting and Sharing a meal! I like the idea that Alastor is the one who approached Vox first because of how unique he looks eheh

[nosnexus]

Almost done!