#zero is a red deer

[missilemarz]

furries ur zerolock + normal zerolock

[raevalyntine]

the lads men reaction to seeing you dance!

(fluff, slightly suggestive if you squint)

Xavier

Xavier’s usually reserved demeanour melted into something far softer as his gaze landed on you just two steps away on the dance floor. Under the twinkling lights of the Hunter’s Association annual party, you were all tipsy twirls and sparkly eyes, moving to the beat of the music with zero concern for who was watching.

He leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest, doing a poor job of hiding his grin. When one of your spins came a little too close to the punch bowl, he stepped forward instinctively—whether to catch you or the bowl was up for debate. (He’d much rather have his hands on you.)

You smiled at him with the kind of enthusiasm that made his heart stutter. “Come dance!”

“I don’t… dance,” he said, lifting a brow.

You didn’t hesitate. You grabbed his hand with a wink. “Tonight you do, Starboy.”

He let you tug him into the crowd, a resigned but fond sigh escaping him as his hand tightened around yours. “As long as I can keep you close,” he murmured as he slid his hands on your waist while you twirled around.

Five seconds later, he tripped over absolutely nothing. 

(He didn’t let go of your waist once.)

Zayne

Zayne opened the door quietly, slinging his coat over one arm. It had been a long shift, but the second he stepped inside, he came to a full stop.

There you were, completely unaware of his presence. Hair a beautiful mess, barefoot, wearing the silk nightwear Zayne had gifted you, you danced in the middle of the living room with full, unapologetic, dramatic flair. With your headphones on, you spun like you were centre stage on Broadway, before you curtsied to the imaginary audience.

Zayne bit his lip, shoulders trembling with the effort not to laugh out loud. You finally turned, mid-sway, and saw him. “Zayne!” you yelped, freezing in place like a deer in headlights.

He raised a brow and leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Should I come back later or be your private VIP audience?” You groaned, face flushing bright red. “I—I didn’t hear you come in!”

He strolled over to you, calm and amused, and gently took your headphones off. Without a word, he dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. His hand found your waist, pulling you gently closer until your bodies touched. Then, with a quiet exhale, he rested his head on your shoulder and began to sway the two of you side to side, slow, unhurried, like the rest of the world could wait.

“Sweetheart…” he whispered, warm breath caressing your ear, “You really don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

Rafayel

The music drifted through the grand ballroom — soft, classical, and timeless. Overhead, the chandeliers shimmered like constellations, casting delicate light across the marble floor. Rafayel’s gloved hand rested lightly on your waist as the two of you moved in quiet sync, gliding like you belonged to another era.

Most eyes, as always, were on him.

But his gaze never once left you.

Then you spun — graceful, poised, your dress fanning around you like a blooming flower caught in slow motion. Effortless. Enchanting. Like a scene from an old black-and-white film that he never wanted to end.

Rafayel paused, just for a breath, momentarily taken by the sight of your serene smile under the crystal lights.

“Mon amour,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. “Where have you been hiding all that grace, my dear Miss Bodyguard?”

You laughed, soft and teasing. “I thought you preferred dramatic flair.”

“I do,” he said, pulling you back into his arms with practised charm, “but every version of you is my undoing.”

Then he spun you again, a touch more dramatically this time, because, of course, he had to reclaim the spotlight with a smirk.

Sylus

The twins were already in full swing. Luke was shouting something about unfair scoring while Kieran moved like a natural-born rhythm god, effortlessly hitting every beat. You were wedged between them, flailing with unfiltered enthusiasm as the Wii blared a Kesha song and the poor sensors struggled to keep up.

Sylus stood at the doorway, arms crossed, blinking at the scene like he’d just walked into another dimension. His heart warmed ever so slightly, witnessing his family having fun.

“…What exactly is this chaos?”

You turned mid-dance, one arm flung dramatically overhead. “JUST DANCE NIGHT!”

Kieran shot him a sly grin. “You’re up next, boss.” Luke waved the extra remote like a challenge. “C’mon, boss! Show boss lady what you’ve got!”

Mephisto cawed from his left shoulder, as if encouraging Sylus. Sylus narrowed his eyes and stepped in slowly. “I just closed a seven-figure deal. I don’t have the energy to just dance.”

Five minutes later, his six-foot-plus frame —all sleek muscle and deadly precision in literally every other context— was flailing beside you in what could only loosely be defined as “dancing.” His jumps were too high, his arms too wide, his focus terrifyingly intense as Rasputin blared from the speakers and Kieran nearly wheezed filming it all.

(You 100% beat him. He demanded a rematch. Maybe just you and him now, in his bedroom.)

Caleb

The beat dropped, lights pulsed in technicolour, and the crowd moved like one massive, electrified wave. Caleb had one arm slung casually around your shoulder as he bopped along with an easy, almost lazy rhythm.

You were dancing like your soul depended on it.

Not just a shy little sway—no. Your arms in the air, hair bouncing, belting the lyrics with pure joy, kind of dancing. And he loved every second of it. 

You spun to face him mid-chorus, breathless and glowing. “Dance with me!”

He smirked, barely tapping his foot. “I am dancing.” Then, with a cheeky wink, he added, “Besides… I’d much rather watch you.”

You rolled your eyes at his boyish grin, but your heart still did a traitorous little flutter. Grabbing his free hand, you pulled him into the sea of people. He stumbled at first, nearly spilling his drink, laughing the whole way. “Alright, alright! You’re as bossy as ever, pipsqueak.”

Once he gave in, it was chaos. He was goofy, shameless, and annoyingly good at dancing — the kind of moves that made strangers cheer and made you laugh so hard you had to hold onto him just to breathe.

And when the song finally slowed, he leaned in, lips brushing your cheek, voice barely audible over the hum of the crowd.

“For you?” he whispered, “I’d make a fool of myself in front of the whole damn world.”

[hells-telegrammy]

Vox and Alastor as romantic rivals.

Rivals by day, rivals by night.

- You're so screwed.

- People always wonder how you managed to snag TWO of Hell's biggest overlords

- Alastor and Vox ALWAYS make their quarrels public

- especially if it's concerning you

- Alastor has no shame, openly courting you in front of hundreds of sinners. Sinners would grab their phones and snap the scene, and eventually those pictures would reach Vox.

- Alastor's plan exactly.

- Ironically, Vox on the other hand, HATED sharing you with his viewers. He would air any and all dirt he could get on that insane red deer, but HATED and REFUSED to share any media regarding you.

- Vox thinks you're too SACRED to be shared to filthy slave viewers

- People are scared shitless to go near you in public. They KNOW you - you're Vox and Alastor's current obsession.

- people avoiding you like the plague

- Surprisingly, Vox puts more effort in actually pursuing you, while Alastor persuades you with fear.

- "As expected, Alastor doesn't know jack in romancing." Vox would say on-air, "He's ugly. He's outdated. He smells like grandma cardigans. That's one for me, and zero for him."

- He takes any chance he gets to be with you when Alastor's away or busy. He's almost desperate, because he knows how much Alastor loves to interfere.

- Vox doesn't even UNDERSTAND why Alastor has taken a sudden interest in you. He thinks, maybe it's to piss him off. Of course it is.

- But Alastor's interest is genuine, YOU intrigue him. YOU are his latest entertainment, besides the hotel.

- He's not so fond of being intimate, he mostly does things to you (eg. being affectionate) to piss Vox off, but he's serious about keeping you.

- Once he's had his fun with Vox, he'll whisk you away, and you will be his.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

A proposal to stop labelling carbon dioxide as a pollutant and instead celebrate it as a "foundational nutrient for all life on Earth" will be up for debate at the United Conservative Party's (UCP) annual general meeting(opens in a new tab) in November. The resolution, which includes abandoning Alberta’s net-zero targets, flies in the face of the scientific consensus(opens in a new tab) that carbon dioxide emissions created by humans burning fossil fuels is one of the primary drivers of global warming.  The increased temperatures, in turn, cause more frequent and extreme weather(opens in a new tab) like wildfires, floods, heat waves, storms and droughts.  A study published in Nature (opens in a new tab)found the deadly 2021 heat dome in BC that killed more than 619 people was amplified by climate change, and that other events like the fires that tore through Jasper this summer are made more likely and exacerbated by climate change.  The policy resolution put forward by the Athabasca-Barrhead-Westlock and Red Deer South constituency associations says the carbon cycle is a biological necessity and "The earth needs more CO2 to support life and to increase plant yields, both of which will contribute to the health and prosperity of all Albertans."

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Tagging: @newsfromstolenland @abpoli

[weaselle]

These are both mustelids, or in the weasel family. the group Mustelids/weasels are to these guys what the group Canines are to dogs and foxes and wolves and things.

But within that group, these guys aren't actually very closely related. Each of these "badgers" is roughly as equally related to each other as they are to these other mustelids

Wolverines

Honey Badgers

River Otters

and Martens

bonus pic because i'm not sure people understand wolverine size

Anyway, both types of badger are fascinating, but they are very different.

The American Badger is volatile and ferocious. They are largely solitary, and don't dig their own burrows so much as murder a burrowing creature, eat them, and then remodel that burrow for themselves.

European Badgers live in communal dens, and dig activity-specific rooms, including a separate toilet room. They will sometimes have a networked multi-family den/burrow system, with a large extended family all having their own underground homes that are attached to each other. European Badgers will sometimes share their borrow amicably with foxes, rabbits, or raccoon dogs (which exist in the wilds of europe after having been introduced).

The denning with rabbits is interesting since rabbits are often a prey item for European Badgers, whereas the foxes and raccoon dogs are weird roommates for them because they have heavily overlapping diets and are direct competition for one another.

While they do often eat birds and small mammals, European Badgers will happily exist on a diet of earthworms, insects, fungus, and various plants... and so will red foxes. They are both extreme generalists, eating basically anything available.

American Badgers on the other hand... while they will eat worms and fungus and fruit in small amounts or if very hungry, they primarily eat small mammals, about 10 species of rodent, with some birds and insects and reptiles thrown in along with whatever larger animals they can scavenge. American badgers have been known to bury an entire deer or even cow carcass to eat later. They are bloodthirsty and voracious.

So... OP's take is not wrong. European Badgers will build and share little den villages and they eat a lot more worms and fruits and grains... while American Badgers steal temporary homes by murdering and devouring the previous occupants, and would generally prefer to eat as large an animal as they can get.

But don't let that fool you. Look back through those pictures. The European Badger is still in the family, and their butler persona is a lot like Alfred's the way they will get out the big guns for an enemy with zero hesitation and no fucks given.

BONUS bonus pic, here is my dog, who is about the same size as a badger, who has a stripey nose like a badger, and who's name is, in fact, Badger

[stunie]

OASIS IN SPACE! — sfw ﾉ first time meeting ﾉ umemiya hajime x shy!f!reader ﾉ entry for @interstellar-inn’s help wanted collab ^ ^ <3

Taking the ticketing position at your local planetarium seemed like a good idea until you found out you’d be thrown into your first shift with essentially zero training. Your only chance at having anything remotely close to a successful first day is to swallow your nerves and just ask the 6’2 usher for some help!

“Excuse me… is this where we scan tickets?”

If the man you’re trying to talk to hears you, he doesn’t respond. You clear your throat— as quietly as you can to avoid disrupting what you assume is the planetarium show’s usher crouched down in front of you.

He looks pretty from behind, and it takes a forced blink or two to stop staring at the way the muscles of his back bulge against his shirt with each little movement he makes.

You think he looks around your age too.

The way his body also blocks the only entrance to the planetarium— which is where you think you’d probably need to be— doesn’t really help your situation much either.

“Um…” you hesitate a bit, heartbeat suddenly much louder in your head when you try and muster all the courage inside you to lightly poke his shoulder— except he doesn’t seem to notice that either.

There’s a moment of silence that feels much longer in your head before you’re suddenly jolting back when the sound of his gasp reaches you. “I love this song!” You hear him say to himself before he starts humming a cheerful tune, head nodding up and down as he goes back to work, rummaging through the box in front of him.

He hasn’t even acknowledged you yet, and you already felt like you were a bother. A part of you wishes you had just begged your boss for clearer instructions earlier, but it was too late for that now.

“Excuse me…” You try and raise your voice and jab your finger a little harder into his shoulder this time, and he finally gasps. Loudly. The sound of his voice has you stumbling back a couple steps, the back of your hand flying to cover your mouth, and you feel no different from a deer caught in headlights.

“Eh?!” He’s jerking upright before he turns to look at you, and you’re frozen in place. “You scared me! How long have you been there?” He starts laughing, “You’d do pretty good in a ghost movie, huh? What a skill to have.”

Your first thought is that his eyes look kind.

Your second thought was that your day wasn’t as unlucky as you thought. Umemiya Hajime— you later learned that this was his name— was more than happy to lead you to your table while going over what the other ticketing hires usually did for shifts like these.

It sounded simple enough in your head. Just point your scanner at the tickets and welcome the visitors, right?

He stays by your side the entire time, and you’re too focused on making sure your voice comes out loud enough that you miss the way his eyes soften each time you greet a visitor, lips tugging into a small smile. You were just way too cute like that.

The shift seems to fly by once you get the hang of the angle you need to point the scanner at, and you start catching onto just how many times the two of you seemed to make eye contact within the last few minutes. Each one has your cheeks heating up a little more than the last, and you’re sure he notices from the way his eyes linger on you even after you turn away.

You reach your breaking point when your scanner flashes red at the last guest, “error!” displayed across the entire screen, and you can practically feel the sweat forming on your temples. Why wouldn’t this one read?

Of course it was the last guest in line too.

Your mind starts to race as you stand up to get a better look their ticket, the person in front of you furrowing their eyes a bit at your obvious confusion. You’re only a second away from mumbling a string of apologies before you feel Umemiya’s chest suddenly press against your back, strong hands caging you against the table as he takes a look at his ticket for you.

If you weren’t feeling hot before, you were now.

“Ah! You’re showing the receipt, sir. There’s a second ticket you have with the scannable part.”

He laughs when the guest starts chuckling sheepishly, but he doesn’t miss the way you awkwardly chuckle and fiddle with the device. It’s okay, he thinks, you wouldn’t have known that on your first shift anyway.

You stiffen as soon as you feel his hand wrapping over the one you’re using to hold the scanner, easily enveloping your own as he raises it up to try again, and you briefly wonder if the darkness in the room is enough to hide the expression you’ve got on your face.

The remaining bit of your shift goes smoothly at least, minus the way you’ve been doing everything in your power to avoid making eye contact with Umemiya again. You can feel him still smiling at you, probably oblivious to the events of earlier, and that makes it even worse.

“We should watch the planetarium show together!”

The way you immediately perk up is enough of an answer for him. “Mhm,” He’s answering the question that pops up in your head, “They’ll let us. Though… they usually want you to stay here a few minutes into the show to wait for the latecomers.”

The way your lips puff out into a pout is just too cute.

“Don’t worry— hey, don’t frown like that. I was planning on saving you a seat, so look for me when you come in, okay? I have white hair!” He points to his head with a big grin.

“…I know you have white hair.” You plop back into your seat with a huff, turning away from him to hide the heat flooding back into your cheeks. His smile just.. does that to you. Watching an entire show beside him seemed a little too good to be true too.

Maybe you did feel a little giddy about it.

Your eyes widen as soon as you feel his hand land on your head, patting you a couple of times with a loud laugh and a “See you there, yeah?” before he leaves you all alone in the lobby, your ears smoking with heat and heart now thumping loudly against your ribcage.

[arixella]

Mission: Not Getting Caught (pt.1)

╰┈➤ pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x female! reader

a/n: im making this into a angst series later so be grateful for this fluff beforehand 😭 (edit: pt.2)

summary: Keeping a secret relationship in the Hidden Leaf is hard—especially when you're dating Naruto, have zero stealth, and Tsunade keeps kicking down doors.

wc: 1.6k

contains: secret romance, terrible stealth, surprise Tsunade, Kakashi suspicion, chaotic kisses, and exactly zero locked doors.

“So you’re just friends?” Kakashi said, arms crossed, one brow raised under that ridiculous forehead protector.

“Yup,” you said quickly. “Totally.”

“Absolutely,” Naruto added, nodding so fast it was suspicious.

You stood shoulder-to-shoulder like two innocent children trying very hard not to look like they were hiding something. Like, say, the fact that you were dating. Secretly. Behind everyone’s backs. And had been for the last… three months.

“Funny,” Kakashi said slowly, “because you two disappeared for exactly forty-seven minutes after the mission today. And I could’ve sworn I saw you holding hands behind the dango stand.”

Naruto laughed, way too loud. “Holding hands?! What? Us?? Nooo. You’re seeing things, Kakashi-sensei.”

“Yeah,” you added. “Maybe you need a new eye prescription.”

“Mm,” he said dryly. “Or maybe you two need to work on your subtlety.”

You and Naruto glanced at each other with the slow panic of two people who knew they’d been almost caught red-handed.

“Well,” Kakashi said, closing his book and walking off casually, “as long as you’re just friends, I don’t have to say anything to Tsunade, right?”

You both smiled tightly and nodded until he was out of sight.

The second he turned the corner, Naruto let out the longest sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“Okay, he knows.”

“He totally knows.”

You both stood there, slightly breathless, trying not to laugh.

“…You think he saw when you kissed me behind the training post?”

“Maybe not that,” Naruto grinned, “but definitely when you grabbed my ass after.”

You slapped his arm, laughing. “Naruto!”

“Hey, not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“Says the guy who nearly tripped over a crate trying to sneak a kiss behind the mission board.”

“That crate was in my blind spot!”

You grabbed his vest and pulled him into the shadow of the Hokage monument where no one could see. “Alright. Five minutes. Then we sneak to Ichiraku separately.”

“Five minutes?” he smirked, already leaning in. “What’re we doing for five—”

You kissed him to shut him up.

Meanwhile, Kakashi around the corner, muttering to himself: “I’m not paid enough to deal with teenage hormone ninjas.”

Then there was this other time…

It started innocent enough.

You and Naruto were supposed to “just hang out” after the mission. Some ramen. A little chakra rest. Maybe a nap.

Which somehow turned into him shirtless on your bed, hair a mess, kissing you like he hadn’t seen you in weeks—despite literally carrying you back to the village an hour ago.

“Y/N,” he murmured between kisses, hand under your shirt, “we should stop.”

“Then stop,” you whispered back, pulling him closer.

“…I don’t wanna,” he said, and kissed you again.

And that’s when—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Your entire soul left your body.

“Y/N?” Sakura’s voice rang out. “You in there?”

You and Naruto froze like two deer in a chakra-infused spotlight.

“Shit,” he whispered.

You sat up fast, elbowing him in the ribs as you scrambled for your shirt. “Closet! Now!”

He looked around, wild-eyed. “You don’t have a closet!”

“Oh my god—under the bed, Naruto!”

He dove so fast he knocked over your nightstand on the way down. You yanked a blanket off the bed, threw it over the evidence, and tried to breathe like a normal person before opening the door just enough to peek through.

Sakura tilted her head. “You okay? You look… red.”

“Ha! Yeah. Just—uh, doing sit-ups.”

“…You do sit-ups in a crop top and lip gloss?”

You blinked. “It’s a new… training technique?”

From under the bed, Naruto sneezed.

You froze.

Sakura blinked. “Was that… a mouse?”

“Yup!” You slammed the door wider to distract her. “So many mice in here. Infestation, really. So what’s up?”

Sakura raised a brow but played along. “Tsunade-sama was looking for Naruto. She thinks he’s avoiding paperwork again.”

“Oh weird,” you said, sweating. “Haven’t seen him at all.”

“Uh-huh.” She gave you a look. “Tell him if I do catch him sneaking out of here again, she’s putting him on latrine duty.”

“Noted.”

As soon as she walked away, you slammed the door shut, leaned against it with a huge exhale, and dropped to the floor.

Naruto crawled out from under the bed, hair covered in dust bunnies, looking betrayed. “You kicked me.”

“You sneezed! I panicked!”

He huffed. “I could’ve died under there.”

You crawled into his lap and kissed his dusty face. “Then die in my arms, drama queen.”

“…You're lucky I love you.”

And then there was the worst time of all…

You woke up to the sound of fist to door and Naruto’s full-body flinch beside you.

“Uzumaki Naruto! Open this damn door!”

Your eyes snapped open. “That’s Tsunade’s voice.”

“Yep,” Naruto croaked. “She sounds… mad.”

You sat straight up in his bed, completely tangled in sheets and absolutely not dressed for visitors. “You told me she was in a meeting all morning!”

“I thought she was!” he whisper-yelled, already scrambling off the bed to throw on pants.

“Why’s she even here?!”

“She probably found out I didn’t do the reports last night!”

You smacked his arm. “You said you did them!”

“I said I was gonna do them!! That’s not the same!!”

BANG BANG BANG.

“I know you’re in there! If you don’t open this door in ten seconds I’m blasting it off the hinges!”

You looked at each other.

“Window?” you whispered.

“Window,” he nodded.

You grabbed your shirt, hopping on one foot trying to pull it on, and Naruto yanked the window open while muttering “oh my god oh my god oh my god she’s gonna kill me—”

Right as your feet hit the windowsill, Naruto smacked a quick kiss to your lips.

“For luck,” he grinned.

“Boy!” Tsunade bellowed again.

You bolted into the alleyway below, shirt half on, heartbeat in your ears.

Back inside, Naruto calmly opened the door, still shirtless.

Tsunade stared at him.

She stared at the unmade bed.

She stared at the open window.

“…Really?”

Naruto scratched the back of his neck. “Good morning, Granny Tsunade.”

Bonus Round: The Grand Finale

The two of you were close, so close it was almost too much. His lips found your neck again, and you let out a breathy laugh, tugging at his shirt, your heart pounding.

“Hey,” you whispered, pulling him closer. “Maybe this time, no interruptions?”

Naruto paused for a moment, grinning mischievously. “I mean, I really hope so. But with our luck, I bet—”

BANG!

The door was kicked open with the force of a small explosion. You both froze mid-action.

There stood Tsunade, arms crossed, eyebrow twitching.

Naruto immediately shot up like a lightning bolt. “GRANNY TSUNADE?!!”

You scrambled for the covers, your face burning. “I—We—This isn’t—"

“Oh, don’t even start,” Tsunade cut you off, calm but furious. “You two again?!”

Naruto, still shirtless, was holding up his hands like he was about to be arrested. “We weren’t—We just—We didn’t—”

Tsunade sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m done. I’m so done. No more excuses.”

“But Tsunade—” you started.

“Nope,” she said. “You’re both going on extra missions. Starting tomorrow. I’m going to keep you two so busy that you won’t have any time for these shenanigans.”

Naruto’s voice cracked. “Extra missions?! What?! Nooooo, please! We’ll behave!”

She turned to leave, muttering, “And next time—lock the damn door.”

The door slammed behind her.

You stared at Naruto.

“…I think she’s serious,” you whispered.

“Really?” he said, eyes wide. “You think?!”

He flopped face-first onto the bed.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you curled up beside him. “Maybe next time we could—”

“Next time,” he interrupted with a groan, “we lock the door and move to another country.”

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Deal.”

♡♡♡

© 2025 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

[csuzlipofa]

The cheerleader effect

Footballplayer!Megan x Cheerleader!reader

Warnings: honestly just Megan being a cute loser

Fluff

a/n: guys this is my first post, I hope you’ll enjoy it:)

Megan adjusted her football jersey, her palms clammy despite the cool breeze that whipped through the school field. She glanced toward the cheerleaders practicing their routine near the bleachers, her eyes immediately landing on you. You were in the middle of a perfect toe-touch, your bright smile lighting up the field. Megan’s heart did a little somersault, and she nearly tripped over her cleats.

“Smooth,” Daniela teased, jogging up to Megan with her helmet tucked under her arm. Her curly hair peeked out from underneath her practice cap, and her signature smirk was firmly in place.

“Shut up,” Megan muttered, her face flushing bright red.

“Seriously, Meg. When are you gonna talk to her?” Sophia, the team captain, chimed in as she walked by. Her commanding presence was impossible to ignore, even when she was being playful.

“I—uh—soon?” Megan stammered.

Manon, who had been stretching nearby, looked up and rolled her eyes. “You’ve been saying ‘soon’ for weeks. At this point, she’s gonna graduate before you even say hi.”

“I have talked to her,” Megan protested weakly, knowing full well that asking to borrow a pencil in history class didn’t count as meaningful conversation.

“Barely,” Lara said as she plopped onto the grass beside Megan, pulling out her water bottle. “You’ve got game on the field, but when it comes to her? Zero.”

Even Yoonchae, who was usually the quietest, couldn’t help but chuckle as she passed by. “Just don’t trip over your words again like last time.”

Megan groaned, burying her face in her hands. The last time she’d tried to talk to you, she’d managed to spill Gatorade all over herself and then nearly fell down the bleachers. She was convinced she’d never recover from the embarrassment.

Later that day as you were packing up your cheer gear you noticed Megan lingering near the lockers. Her broad shoulders seemed to shrink as she fidgeted with her helmet strap, her usual confident demeanor nowhere in sight.

“Hey, Megan!” you called out, waving.

Megan froze, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. She turned to you slowly, her brain scrambling to come up with something—anything—to say.

“H-hi! Uh, hey! How’s…cheering?” she blurted out, internally cringing at her awkwardness.

You smiled, amused by her nervous energy. “It’s good! We’re working on the halftime routine for Friday’s game. You’ll be there, right?

Megan nodded so vigorously she nearly dropped her helmet. “Yeah! Of course! I mean, I have to. I’m on the team.”

You giggled, and Megan felt her heart melt. “True. Well, I’m looking forward to seeing you play.”

Megan opened her mouth to respond, but her words got tangled somewhere between her brain and her tongue. Instead, she managed a thumbs-up before awkwardly walking into the locker room door.

Behind you, the rest of the football team had been watching the entire exchange from a distance. Daniela burst out laughing, while Sophia smirked and shook her head. “She’s hopeless.”

Manon leaned against the bleachers, a knowing look in her eye. “Or maybe she just needs a little push.”

Game Night

The stands were packed, the air electric with excitement. You led the cheerleaders in their opening routine, your voice loud and confident as you hyped up the crowd. Megan couldn’t take her eyes off you, even as Sophia barked instructions at the team in the huddle.

“Focus, Megan,” Sophia warned, though her tone was more amused than stern.

“Right. Focus,” Megan muttered, tearing her gaze away.

But it was easier said than done. Every time you smiled or cheered, Megan’s heart raced. During one particularly tense play, she glanced at you again—and promptly fumbled the ball.

“Seriously, Megan?” Daniela groaned as the opposing team recovered the fumble.

“Sorry!” Megan called, her face burning with embarrassment.

After the Game

Despite Megan’s mishap, the team managed to pull off a narrow victory. As the crowd cheered and players celebrated, you approached Megan, holding a bottle of water.

“Good game,” you said, handing it to her.

Megan took it, her hand brushing against yours. “Thanks. And, uh, sorry about the fumble.”

You tilted your head, giving her a curious look. “Why are you apologizing to me?”

“I just…got distracted,” Megan admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond the others appeared behind Megan, grinning like a pack of mischievous wolves.

“She got distracted by you,” Daniela said bluntly, earning a chorus of laughter from the group.

Megan groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Oh my God, you guys—”

You laughed, stepping closer to Megan. “Is that true?”

Megan peeked at you from behind her hands, her cheeks bright red. “Maybe?”

Your smile widened, and you gently tugged her hands down. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I think it’s kinda cute.”

Megan’s jaw dropped, and her friends erupted in cheers and teasing remarks. Sophia gave Megan a pat on the back. “Looks like you finally scored, Meg.”

As the night went on, Megan couldn’t stop smiling—and neither could you.

[allastoredeer]

You know what's a scenario that won't leave my head? Lucifer being dragged off to a Deadly Sin reunion party in the Gluttony ring, returning home hours later giggly and COMPLETELY wasted, and Alastor having to deal with him.

Imagine Lucifer the moment he sees Al, stumbling up and zero hesitation throwing his arms around the deer's middle and saying, "Aaaaayyy Beautiful~🤤🥰😚" And just Alastor's reaction to that!🤭😁

Just Lucifer being so uninhibited and openly affectionate and drunkenly showering Al with complements. At some point, Luc pulls out a tiny little drink umbrella (red with white stipes with little black devil horns on top) that reminded him of Alastor. And forgetting that he can FLY, he climbs Al like a tree and, oh so carefully, nestles the umbrella between Alastor's ear and antler.

Lucifer then proceeds to latch onto Alastor with all his limbs like a koala, refusing to let go. And poor Al is just at a loss as to how to handle this clingy, sweet-talking gremlin🤣🤣🤣

Lucifer didn't remember anything the next morning, Alastor pretended it never happened, but Husk and Angel will never forget.

[jinkiezzsstuff]

ELLO GOVNA, I hope you're doing wonderful.💘💘I have just a short request

Established relationship Alastor x fem reader who likes to wear lingerie to bed. Or just because she finds herself pretty in it, with literally zero intent to seduce Alastor, she just loves to wear em..(and she'll go all out when it comes to it, even wearing the long sheer robe that has the faux fur) Could be smut or fluff I don't mind…maybe even both 👀

I just simply adore your writing, so I had to request this.🫶

zuddeeee i’m so sorry for getting this to you so late! i loved this so much but struggled writing it for some reason! i hope this is good and that you enjoy it thank you so much for the request, praise and your patience it means the world to me 😭

warnings: SMUT 18+ yall, fem reader no pronouns used aside from ‘you’, alastor isn’t completely sex averse but there’s areas of discomfort mentioned, alastors magic used, reader tops not in a dominating sense but literally on top, alastors antlersss, kinda short smut part maybe? hmmm what else, not proof read because i was so anxious to get this out lmk if you see mistakes! swearing, hmmm that’s it i think

word count: 2.6k

Alastor made the rare decision to actually go to bed with you tonight. It wasn’t like Alastor didn’t want to sleep in bed with you no, that wasn’t the case at all. More so, he wae just so busy, not to mention he could never find himself fully asleep, the deer aspect of himself left him jumping awake at any tiny sound his sensitive ears could pick up. That would be too cruel to you, keeping you up with his pitiful nonsense.

However you insisted he slept with you tonight, for some reason you’d been more clingy then usual, perhaps it was just that stage in the relationship, or perhaps he’d been away too long without notice? Whatever the case mattered not to him, he just knew you were clingy and he’d be a monster to deny you of his affections. Tying his red bathrobe closed, Alastor kicked off his deer slippers and sat back in bed with a book. Despite being in bed, his suit was still on beneath his bathrobe, feeling still hesitant to let himself get fully comfortable.

Smooth jazz hummed from Alastor filled the room as he waited for you to join him. He wasn’t privy to your nightly habits, so he had no idea how long you’d take before you returned. Alastor thought it was rude and intrusive to stick his nose into what a lady did before bed, no matter how long your relationship had lasted he wanted you to be able to have your privacy within life. I curling your nightly rituals within the bath and bed room.

Light spilt out from the brightly lit bathroom, lighting up the dim room. Alastors head turned towards the noise of the door and light on the floor, eyes widening at the sight before him. You began walking toward the bed, a long silky robe flowing with every step you took, through peaks and openings Alastor saw your skin, and where he didn’t see skin he saw deep burgundy lace.

His tail made movements beneath him as he watch you drop the robe, slipping down your figure and onto the floor just by your side of the bed. You faced his eyes with your body clad in luxurious looking lingerie, something he’d only ever seen in hell on skimps; never yourself. “My dear, what’s this?” His tone was teasing as you slipped underneath the cover, sitting up against the headboard with him. “What do you mean hun?” Alastor raised his eyebrows at you, surprised by then genuine confusion in your tone and eyes.

“Ahhh I see my dear! Subtly indicating it’s time for some good ol’ barney mugging!” Alastor chortled out tilting his head along with his laughter. You didn’t hide the confusion on your face at his words, rarely did Alastor catch you off guard with his weird old timey speech, but this one had you puzzled. “Good old what now?” Alastors tendrils came of from beside you and tugged you into his side, nestling you underneath his arm, and pressing you to his chest. “Mischievous little you, always making me say thee uncomfortable terms; sex. You dressed up so desirably, and wanted to stay tonight because you wanted attention.” Alastor whispered softly down to you, as you twisted your head up from your awkward position to meet his gaze.

Smiling softly, you pat his chest softly giving in, and coiling around him as if he were your teddy bear. “Al, I didn’t dress up to try and get sex out of you, I genuinely just wanted to have you next to me tonight! I always dress like this for bed, you’d know if you came to bed more.” You lightly jab, still smiling sweetly at the deer above you. His eyes flickered with varying emotions that you couldn’t quite pick up on, although his smile never faltered remaining the same throughout. “I didn’t think anybody wore those types of garments to sleep.” Alastor admitted slumping further down on the headboard of the bed, he didn’t feel ashamed of jumping to conclusions on the type of outfit you doted, however he was still racking his brain on the fact you just wanted him here; why?

“You should really change too Al, these ain’t comfy.” You muttered nuzzling yourself into his neck, the tips of his hair tickling your face, and his pesky suit collar getting in the way. “Darling i’m the radio demon, demons don’t undress.” Humming absentmindedly in response, your hand danced down his chest, caressing the large quantity of fabric that seperated your hand from his chest. Reaching the belt in his robe, you were easily able to untie it, and your hands made there way back up to unbutton every button your fingers touched. Alastors static flickered with warning, but you knew he’d never hurt you like that, so to you it was no more threatening that a disapproving look.

Although he didn’t like the idea of being in a vulnerable position where anybody could catch him lacking, he allowed you to undo the buttons in his top slowly, even helping you at times when you couldn’t get one undone. “i know you’re uncomfortable at times, but you don’t have to be naked, just more relaxed.” You say as his white button up was finally opened, leaning back from your position you tugged at the robe indicating you wanted it off. Following in suit, Alastor sat up with a flat hum falling out of him, you wasted no time pulling off the robe, jacket and button down shirt all at once, before chucking it off onto the floor.

“I love your flesh, y’know that?” You coo, running your hand over every scar and decorated line that scattered across his body. You flopped back on the bed with a smile, Alastor slowly lowering himself beside you right after. “For a sinner who isn’t a cannibal my dear, that was awfully cannibalistic of you.” You grinned at him, scooting up beside him and repositioning yourself under his chin. “What can I say, you’re rubbing off on me.” Alastors hand came down the back of your head and trailed down your back, toying with the lace and band of your brassiere. “I still think you should take off your suit pants, by the way.” You muttered eyes blinking slowly, feeling exhaustion wash over your body in waves, there was something about being settled down neck to Alastor that made you feel sleepier than before.

“Hmm, s’pose I could indulge you this once.” Alastor grumbled succumbing to your wishes, with one hand he unbuttoned his slacks and unzipped his zipper, then with the help of his tentacles he pulled his pants off and tossed them aside. Your leg immediately came up to wrap around his torso, feeling his warm flesh beneath your thigh and calf was enough to make you slightly throb, which made you feel a bit guilty; after all you said you weren’t seducing him. Thankfully as your leg rested underneath his bellybutton on his pelvis, you felt shivers run through him, which he tried and failed to play off as a yawn.

Guess you weren’t the only one thinking naughty tonight. “Would you…” You trail quietly wondering if you should ruin the soft moment between you two. You heard a staticky hum sound from Alastor, almost like a rattle, and decided to simply go for it. “Would you like it if I was trying to seduce you? Would you wanna lil barney- whatever.” You breath out a laugh at the silly term. Alastor hummed thoughtfully, his claw tracing up your back with slow purpose. Alastor didn’t feel as though he knew how to answer, yes he did enjoy the indulging act every now and again with you, however it could be tedious at times.

“Can i ride you?” You blurt out sitting up. Alastors ears flickered rapidly as his eyes widened, his smile barely faltered but everything you needed to know was in his eyes and ears. Smiling coyly, you bring your own clawed hand up to caress his face. “Do your cheeks get tired from all the smiling?” You asked slowly and gently shifting your hips on top of his own, setting yourself down on top of him, lent forward toward his face. “Painfully so,” Alastor whispered his static gone as he watched through lidded eyes you grind your body against his own slowly. “I bet you’re so tired all the time honey, you need to be taken care of.” You cooed pecking his chest, below you cold feel the swell in his boxers, the lights in the room also began to act up.

“Absolutely done in my dear,” Alastor responded lowly his hands coming up carefully to your hips. “Do you intend to help me?” You nodded with a smile, and dropped your core down onto his aching bulge. With a hiss Alastor gripped your hips, nails cutting into you as you carefully grind your clothed core against him. Anticipation bubbled within you and you held back the strong urge to quicken your speed and ravage him fully, but you knew how Alastor felt and didn’t want to secretly overwhelm him in an uncomfortable way.

Lifting your hips, Alastor tried to yank you back down to him with a static growl coming from him. You tsked at him, fighting against his strength and reaching below your bodies to carefully release him from his briefs. “Don’t fight me Alastor, I'm just trying to help.” You grinned pulling the pricey pair of panties aside, revealing the glisenting of your heat. Alastor watched eyes wide as you slid slowly against his length, folds encasing his cock and covering him with your arousal. Alastors hands came down to grip the sheets, hoisting himself up slightly with his elbows to watch your sinful display.

You watched the gears turn in Alastors head, it was obvious to you how hard he was struggling to let you maintain the control. His ears were drooped down to the sides of his head, his smile lessened and struggling to stay high as you teased him. You set you body down fully feeling the head of him poke at your sensitive clit, making you jolt your mouth falling open into a silent moan. Alastor hissed like a snake, air escaping through his clenched teeth as you dragged your hips back and forth against him slowly.

Alastor was always in control when you two had sex, it was the only way he’d have it typically, let him maintain his image and aesthetics of control, being subservient just didn’t suit him. God forbid anybody walk in to see the state he was in. Alastor tensed at the thought, head craning towards the unlocked door, his eyes widening. He didn’t like feeling anxiety but he did feel it now, and he feels it anytime he’s put in these positions he hated it. The sensation in his stomach made him want to pull his hair out, the feeling of fear making him feel insane. How could someone like him feel these stupid emotions?

“Hey,” You whispered, halting your movements, and slowly resting your hand on his cheek. You noticed his demeanour suddenly shift as he began eyeing the door, your gaze followed but it was lacklustre as there was nothing there. “Al, we can stop if you’d like?” Alastors hair was puffed like a cat and his ears were pinched back instead of their previous position relaxed at the sides. “We’re just so terribly exposed my dear,” Alastor muttered glaring at the door. “May I… alter, our surroundings?” You watched him trail decisively, trying to remain indifferent on the outside when clearly he was squirmy. “Sure thing hun, do as you need.”

Smiling you watched as his demeanour shifted from on edge to confident, the hair on his head once puffed now relaxed. Smooth jazz filled the surroundings, reverberating off the walls and around the room, then your jaw dropped slightly as you watched Alastors magic to encase you safely in the wispy dome he conjured around the bed. Your eyes casted down at him, eyebrow quirked with disbelief, he only grinned cheekily up at you, arms finding their way to rest behind his head. “Ahh safe and sound my dear, where no sneaky prying eyes could see your beauty, and my fragility.” A soft laugh track played out at his exclamation, and unknowing admission of his feelings.

Angling your hips forward and down you reviled in the feeling of him twitching needily against you. “I suppose you are right, I admit Vox makes me paranoid.” Alastors static crackled madly at the mention, normally he didn’t let himself get away with showing this type of anger towards such a lowlife, but the admission that Vox put you on edge? That pissed him off. “Relax Al, i know you can take of me if I need it.” You assure petting his hair affectionately, which he typically didn’t enjoy but for the moment he allowed it.

His grin was calm as he found his zen again, relaxing into the mattress and the feeling of you squirming above him. With a hum Alastor pulled his hands out from behind him and snaked them beneath you two, grasping his dark grey member that was covered in your slick arousal. “I think it’s enough teasing dear, it’s beginning to become ever so painful.” He teased with a coy tone in his voice, you whined as he prodded your entrance slipping in the head of his cock with ease. You heard a echoed hiss of feedback play out of the static as he slid deeper into you, your back arching as you felt yourself sink down fully. “Oh shit Al, i know I'm gonna cum fast.” You whined, already rocking yourself against him. Alastor was as stiff as a board, his hands reactively flying back to your hips digging his nails into them, as he strained against the animalistic urges to ram into you like the wild animal he was.

His antlers grew large, spanning across the length of the bed as you began to ride him, his knees coming up giving you something to grab onto. All that could be heard, was the distracting jazz, and the echoing skin slapping that reverberated through the bubble. Alastors nostrils flare at the smell of you encasing him, he tried to hide the whines he made by swallowing but it was no luck once you began to clamp down on him. Crying out loudly you fell forward hands on each side of him as you crazily fucked yourself on him, selfishly chasing your own orgasm. Although Alastor didn’t mind, he felt himself holding on to the edge of his climax as he watched your face contort and listened to your pleas for him. A ballistic growl ripped out of Alastors chest as he came, giving into the desire to be disgustingly horny; he encased your hips with his arms, moaning your name into your ear as he thrusted into your body vigorously.

You gripped his antlers as he did so, feeling your clit bump against his pubic hair and flesh, you could feel yourself getting so close but this one was dragging out. You begged Alastor not to stop as you throbbed and clenched, and when you did Alastor pulled his head back to meet your lips. His tongue sliding into your mouth, warm lips against your own and clashing teeth was enough to make you come. Your body convulsed against his, whining and crying into his mouth as you made a mess of him and your bed. After a moment where you both rode out your high, you finally detached from the lips, your body’s simultaneously falling back, his against the bed and your body against his. Alastors magic collapsed around you, the shield once encasing you gone, the jazz that once carried through the crackled off moments ago. The two of you panted, wordlessly recouping. “I think i’ll sleep with you more often dear, i have to admit, that was quite the sleeping aid.”

[mostlypetty30]

SJM, Research Things. I Beg You.

Things SJM could have researched that would have made the story a little bit better. Honestly, this is just me getting out my pet peeves. It's super picky so like ... take this with a grain of salt.

Village Dynamics. A small village often worked together to survive. There are also many parts to a village including hunters. We barely get anything about this village. It's weird.

Barter & Trade Systems. A poor town is not using only money for goods ... be so for real right now. Feyre should have been trading her furs for goods not coin. Small villages and areas even to this day primarily operate on barter and trade!

Hunting. Children 11 and 14 are not that young. That's average in modern times. It was often younger in older periods. Deer also weigh a lot. It's hard for a grown ass seasoned hunter to drag a deer out of the woods. Field dressing is a must.

Cleaning and Disease. I'm still mad about that dead bloodied deer being thrown and gutted on the kitchen table. That place is gross. They have a disease now.

Curing Meat. The meat could not have been cured overnight. At a minimum it would need 24 hours.

Weaponry. The fact that barely any weapons are mentioned in this story aside from swords, knives, daggers, and bows is a travesty. It doesn't matter that Feyre was just a hunter. There are more than just bows and snares for hunting. Illyrians having such base weapons for a warrior culture is abysmal. Did you know a lot of weapons were created from farming and building tools?

Disabilities. Enough Said.

Vegetable & Crop Rotation. I'm hoping Elain's book fixes this but as of right now it's criminal. Especially with Illyria again and not giving them crops and veggies to cultivate? Emerie has her garden, sure, but the rest of the camp? There are so many things you can grow in a cold mountainous environment. Imagine the stuff we could have had aside from just ... stew and porridge.

Foraging. Why isn't Feyre foraging? I get not many books mention it, but like it would be so cool if they did! Especially ones like this with a starving family and you are telling me hunting and Elain's failing garden are the only way?

The Arts: Dancing and Painting. ugh... at this rate if you know you know.

War, Battle, and Politics. I have a whole other issue with this trope, but these books really hone in on it.

Geographical Locations and Maps. Whole rant for distance and time here.

Biology and Anatomy

Hair color. Because not all red hair is the same. Thank you!

Political Power Structures & Government Bodies.

Magic Systems the magic use is basic (Except when Tarquin drowned those soldiers with sea water he conjured in them. That was cool!), the system has shown to have no balance, and there is no real power scaling.

Warrior Cultures. The way I am so pissed that her warriors nations have zero respect for Illyrian women but in the same breath says they explicitly breed for strength. Most warrior cultures while being patriarchal and having not great things for women. Still treat their women 100x better than SJM does her Illyrian women.

Also, because the village is roughly closer if not the same distance from the ocean as it is the wall ... why did Feyre not try to fish? They also have a lake near the village. It's where Feyre taught herself to swim, so again ... Fishing? No? Okay ...

[leeknowsnot]

YOU CATCH THEM IN THE ACT OF SLIPPING A LOVE LETTER IN YOUR LOCKER

Genre: school, friends/acquaintance to lovers, tooth-rotting fluff

This one is in a highschool/college setting.

Bang Chan — “Plan B: Panic”

You turn the hallway corner just in time to see someone at your locker — hoodie up, head down, clearly trying to be discreet.

“Chan?”

He jumps so high he nearly knocks over the locker next to yours. “Wha—? Oh! Hey! You’re here early!”

You raise a brow as he awkwardly tries to shove something deeper into the locker, failing miserably.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.”

“Is it a letter?”

“…Maybe.”

He sighs in defeat, pulling it out and handing it to you. His ears are burning. “I was gonna give it to you anonymously… but I guess the universe said no.”

You open it and see his neat handwriting, soft and sincere:

"You make the worst cafeteria food taste sweet. And my day brighter just by walking into it.”

When you look up, he’s already mumbling, “You don’t have to say anything. Just… think about it?”

Lee Know — “Not-So-Smooth Criminal”

You catch him red-handed, mid-slip, with your locker door wide open and his eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“Minho?”

He freezes. “…Wrong locker?”

You cross your arms and raise your eyebrow. “Really?”

He sighs and hands over the folded letter without meeting your eyes. “I was trying to be subtle.”

You chortle. “You? Subtle?”

“Shut up,” he mutters. “I thought it’d be less embarrassing than confessing face to face.”

You open the note. Inside, written in quick, neat handwriting:

“This is dumb but I like you. Like, ‘watching-cat-videos-just-to-imagine-showing-you’ like you.”

You look up and grin. “I like you too, you dork.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal… but his ears stay red the whole day.

Changbin — “Love Letter in Stereo”

You spot him standing at your locker, gently slipping something through the vent. You sneak up behind him. “Binnie~”

He jumps and squeaks. "I wasn’t doing anything suspicious!” he blurts.

You blink. “Did you just squeak?”

“No.”

You reach over and pull the letter out. It smells faintly of his cologne and has a tiny doodle of headphones on it.

Inside it says:

“If my heart had a playlist, your laugh would be track one.”

You look up. He’s already covering his face.

“I thought leaving a note would be smoother,” he groans. “This is mortifying.”

You step closer and whisper, “I think it’s kinda adorable.”

His smile is instant.

Hyunjin — “Caught in the Act (and the Drama)”

You find him dramatically posed at your locker, placing the letter with almost poetic flair.

“Hyunjin,” you call. “What are you doing?”

He spins around, clutching his chest like you just caught him doing illegal stuff. “You weren’t supposed to see that yet!”

“You left a wax seal,” you say, amused. “I think I would’ve guessed.”

He sighs and hands it to you with flourish. “If I’m exposed, at least let me go down romantically.”

You open the note, written on textured paper:

“Every time you walk by, I forget what day it is. What class I’m in. What my name is. I blame you entirely.”

You smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

He beams. “But am I charming?”

You pause. “…Maybe.”

Han — “Stealth Level: Zero”

You hear rustling and peek around the corner to see Jisung stuffing something into your locker — badly. It’s crumpled. He looks stressed.

“Jisung?”

He shrieks and backs into the lockers, the letter falling to the floor. “It’s not mine! I was holding it for a friend—okay no, it’s mine!”

You pick up the letter. “Can I read it?”

He covers his eyes. “Please don’t read it while I’m still breathing.”

You do anyway.

“I like you. I know I joke around a lot but when I see you, I kinda forget how to breathe. So yeah. You’re my favorite distraction.”

When you glance up, he’s staring at the ceiling. “So… what now?”

You grin. “Now I ask if you want to walk me to class.”

He peeks down at you. “You mean like… boyfriend stuff?”

You nod.

He’s speechless.

For 3 seconds.

Then he fist-pumps.

Felix — “Too Soft to Hide It”

You catch him humming to himself, carefully slipping a pale yellow envelope inside your locker. There’s a tiny heart sticker sealing it.

“Lix?”

He turns, startled, then immediately smiles. “Oh… um… surprise?”

You tilt your head. “Is this for me?”

He nods, cheeks already pink. “I was going to leave it anonymously but… I guess fate wants me to be brave today.”

You open the letter. The handwriting is neat and careful:

“You make my world feel like sunshine, even on test days. If I get to call you mine, every day would be golden.”

Your heart melts. “You wrote this?”

He nods. “Is it too cheesy?”

You shake your head. “It’s perfect.”

He practically glows.

Seungmin — “Caught but Unbothered”

You find him with a straight face-slipping a letter into your locker like he’s mailing bills.

“Seungmin?”

He blinks at you. “Oh. Hi.”

“You’re putting a love letter in my locker?”

He shrugs. “Well, I was trying to. But someone ruined the mystery.”

You open it, curious, and your smile grows with every line.

“You’re irritating. You talk too much. You trip over your own shoelaces.

Also, I like you. A lot. Don’t get used to the compliments.”

You laugh. “This is the most ‘you’ confession ever.”

He smirks. “And you still like me?”

You nod. “Unfortunately.”

He looks smug the rest of the day.

I.N — “Maknae Mission Failed”

You catch him struggling with your locker latch, letter in hand, mumbling to himself.

“Innie?”

He jumps. “NO—wait—uh—hi!”

You point to the envelope. “Is that what I think it is?”

He sighs dramatically and holds it out to you. “It was supposed to be a cool secret letter, but the locker hates me.”

You smile as you take it. The note is slightly bent from the struggle, but the handwriting is sweet and careful:

“You’re the only reason I don’t fake being sick to skip school.”

You look up. He’s biting his lip.

“So?” he asks.

You smile. “So… you can walk me to lunch.”

His whole face lights up. “Really?! That was way easier than I thought!”

[mariasparrow]

Head-cannon: Hyrule's Shadow Crystal/Dark World Form is a Stag/Fawn

Many people here think it wold be an opossum or goat which is totally fair. But I think symbolically, Rulie would make a good deer/stag/fawn.

(all images belong to @/linkeduniverse)

(https://bambi.fandom.com/wiki/Bambi)

They are seen as symbols of strength, virility, agility, and endurance in mythology, as well as stamina, grace, instincts, maturity, regeneration, and spiritual enlightenment. The stag – sometimes referred to as hart – is exalted among other deer. He is mature and experienced, having endured life’s challenges, and he has a massive crown of antlers to show for it. Doesn't that fit Hyrule to a Tee?

Lets break it down further -Stags can run up to 40 miles per hour. Plus, they can jump eight feet high and as far as 30 feet. In addition, they can survive in sub-zero temperatures. Furthermore, the stag earns first priority rights to a territory and his choice of mates after battling other bucks for dominance.

One of Hyrule's spells/power is jump, and heavens knows he's a tough survivor in a dangerous era. His battle with his shadow takes place right before he finishes his quest to wake Aurora (Sleeping Princess of AoL).

This fits since stags can also depict spiritual enlightenment and connection to God. In Arthurian legends, the stag perennially avoided capture, symbolizing an unending spiritual quest...which given his blood curse is right on the rupee, especially since deer were held as sacred to the gods and/or used as sacrifices often.

And I'll admit...I am stuck with the idea that due to his humbleness and self-doubt, Hyrule manifests as a red-tail fawn to match Legend's pink bunny...ala Bambi and Thumper.

Legend didn't need his dignity anyway...

(all images belong to @/linkeduniverse)

Just picture the fics that could be written on these two...especially if like Bambi, Fawn Hyrule gets stuck on ice and needs Bunny Legend's help, lol...

(The Ultimate Guide to All Things Bambi - MickeyBlog.com)

[o-solemioo]

it's everybody's favourite season! click here if you need a referral as to what i'll be doing for kinktober. we're starting out pretty tame, but it will get better pretty quickly!

— kinktober 2024 - hickeys

☾ pairing: zuko x male!reader x sokka (could be read as gn!) ☾ summary: if you can't beat 'em, join em. or you just can't seem to get a moment's peace away from zuko and sokka ☾ warnings: 2nd person (you), suggestive but no outright smut, hickeys (obviously), set in season 3, reader isn't technically dating either of them, throuple/love triangle, reader is a non-bender, reader doesn't really know how to handle mass amounts of affection, not proofread. ☾ w๏rd c๏unt: 751

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Finally, a moment to yourself.

You hadn't been left alone once in all the time you've been travelling. You couldn't be mad at Aang, he was on a mission. Toph and Katara were cool, so you didn't mind their presence. Sokka and Zuko, on the other hand? If they talked to you one more time, you might die. Sokka kept bugging you to teach him how to fight, and Zuko just would shut up; he was talking your ear off, and it seemed like no matter what you did, you couldn't get away from them.

Wandering around the Earth Kingdom? Zuko would be giving you a history lesson. Relaxing on the beach? Sokka was splashing you with water or kicking sand onto you.

Now, here you were, a few feet away from the camp everyone had set up, trying to get some well-deserved rest.

You heard a twig snap behind you and whipped your head around, only to find Zuko standing there with a deer-dog in the lights look. "Sorry," he muttered out, looking genuinely apologetic.

"Why are you awake?" You sighed, adjusting yourself on the tree you had been leaning against. "Just... couldn't sleep. Too lost in thought." He slumped down beside you, careful not to get too close to you; he knew how much you valued your personal space.

You hummed in response, expecting him to start rambling into your ear again and getting zero sleep. But when you glanced over, you could only see how tired he actually looked. Without warning, he leaned against your shoulder and closed his eyes with a tired sigh. "'M sorry," he managed to slur out again. For some reason, you didn't seem to mind.

It was like that for a while, just quiet, the two of you drifting off peacefully, before Sokka stumbled over. "Why are you two so far away?" He exaggerated in a voice that was entirely too loud. Zuko groaned, frustrated at being disturbed. You just shushed him, furrowing your brows with your eyes still closed. Sokka decided to sit himself on the opposite side of you from Zuko, still grumbling and half-asleep. You continued to nod off, barely able to keep your eyes open with how tired you were.

Suddenly, you felt something on your neck. You went to swat at it, thinking it was just a bug, but when you brought your hand up, the only thing you felt was soft hair. You blinked yourself awake and glanced down to find Zuko with his lips against your neck.

"Zuko, what the hell are you doing?" You whispered, too tired to put a voice behind the words. Zuko just hummed, still brushing his lips against your skin, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Sokka's head left your shoulder as he shifted. "I thought we had an agreement..." He huffed as he sat himself up more. Sokka's words didn't register in your mind as Zuko began to nip gently at your neck. Your breath hitched; you were definitely awake now. Sokka nearly ripped Zuko off of you, arguing with him in a hushed tone, with words you couldn't make out with the crackling of the campfire outweighing the sound of any conversation.

You sat up, forcing yourself fully awake, and cleared your throat. "Hey," you spoke groggily. Zuko and Sokka both turned to face you, Zuko almost as red as a tomato. "What... was all that for?" You looked up at the two of them. Zuko was still embarrassed, and Sokka still looked upset. From there, something just sort of... clicked.

"Come here," You gestured to both of them, waving them over. They both sat back down on their respective sides, and you placed a tender kiss on both of their foreheads. Zuko immediately took that as confirmation and began to damn near ravish your neck, pressing fiery kisses against the sensitive skin and sucking dark marks into the flesh.

You subconsciously tilted your head, granting better access for Zuko. When your head hit Sokka's shoulder gently, you tilted it up and he gently pressed jealous kisses to your lips, seeking any form of 'retribution' after Zuko "practically stole you" from him, in his own words.

You wouldn't talk about this in the morning. You would hide the marks, though Zuko would catch a glimpse and his eyes would soften. You really didn't know if you would ever talk about this again. But for now, the feeling of those burning marks and passionate kisses was enough.

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[florencebirdsong]

Deer

Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

Agatha All Along Week 2024 - Day 5

summary: you're pretty sure you aren't being followed - it's probably just paranoia - but you keep catching a flash of red out of the corner of your eye

tags: vampire au, this is more vampire attack than smut tbh, biting (or one big bite), non-descriptive blood drinking, non-con, fingering (r receiving)

authors note: don’t ask how long I spent watching vampire Wanda edits for ‘research’.

Reader is wearing non-descriptive pants. They/them pronouns used.

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Scratch that. You’re pretty sure you’re being followed. The probability of someone going the exact same way as you after three random turns is very small. But it isn’t zero. A fact you are clinging very hard to as you speed up.

This is meant to be a safe part of town and yet there is someone keeping perfect pace behind you. You’ve only managed to catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eyes when walking, trying not to alert them to the fact that you’re aware you’re being followed, but all you made out is long hair and dark clothes. The slight red nowhere to be seen. Maybe you’re imagining things?

You veer into a side street, desperately hoping you’re being paranoid.

The footsteps pass the entrance. You think. You cast look over your shoulder to check to find her looking back, eyes glowing a deadly red. Your instincts kick in and you’re sprinting down the street before you truly process that her eyes are red. The shock makes you stumble. You don’t get a chance to right yourself. A force slams into your side and then you into the wall. Your head follows and you fall to the ground, dizzy as hell.

Hands are on you too fast to fight. The world hasn’t even stopped spinning yet. How is she moving so fast? 

You’re lifted up and slammed back against the wall. What little air you’d managed to scrape back into your lungs rushes out. Your head is forced back and something sharp sinks deep into your throat. You cry out and try to push it away. She’s immovable. 

A dull ache deep in your muscles begins to spread and you whimper. The ache grows and the deeper it goes the more it starts to feel good. A slight tingle growing into a deep heat sparking along your spine.

A hand forces its way under your pants and into your cunt. You gasp. The tingling in your shoulder drips down to meet the warmth building between your thighs. Red hot heat builds and builds until it envelopes your entire being. Until you’re a moaning, writhing mess. A thumb finds your clit and the heat inside of you blazes. You come hard enough for your vision to turn white.

She moans and that strange suctioning feeling becomes stronger. It makes everything stronger. All that you are becomes heat and the feel of her.

Suddenly, a lifetime later, the deep ache in your shoulder disappears and she steps back. Your legs are too weak to hold you and you slowly slide down the wall. You automatically try to press on the sting in your shoulder but your hand only moves a few centimetres before falling back down. Your arms feel like you’ve fallen asleep on them. Actually, your everything feels like that.

Something hot drips down your neck. Something you should be concerned about. The tingles still spread through out your body makes it hard to. But you do manage to drag your eyes up. To see the thing that’s maybe a woman.

Your brain catches on how nice her clothes are. High end. Which is a strange thing to notice right now but the brain tends to do strange things in times of…whatever just happened to you. You can’t make out much else. The shadows reveal sharp cheekbones and dark-toned hair. 

You try to move your hand again and her eyes flash towards you. You freeze. They’re the same dark, glowing red. Inhuman.

Your mouth opens to- you’re not sure. You’re too tired to scream or cry. Maybe to question. But your tongue feels thick in your mouth and you can’t get it to move enough to make anything resembling words. There’s a look on her face you can’t quite make out enough to read. If she even conveys emotions in a way you’d recognise. 

She turns and looks back the way she came.

You don’t see her move but she must have because a hand tilts you onto your side. It makes you dizzy enough to feel sick

A pair of black boots walk into view.

“Not bad for your first solo hunt, hun.”

“I don’t think it counts as solo with you following so closely.”

“You could’ve blamed me if you hadn’t left the poor deer in such a state.”

There’s silence from the one who attacked you.

“Don’t take it so personally. You’re still young. You obviously enjoyed yourself, you herded them to a secluded place, and you didn’t even tear them apart.” You watch the boots step closer. “You’re doing amazing, superstar.” She takes a deep breath. “Aw, and you even made it enjoyable for them.”

“Agatha,” the one who attacked you says, sounding like she’s grinding her teeth together.

“Wanda,” Agatha mocks back. “You know better than to use our names. We’ll have to finish this one off now.”

“Leave them,” Wanda says. “They’re half-dead anyway.”

“Your soft heart is going to get you caught, dear,” Agatha says.

“You call this soft hearted?” Wanda scoffs.

“Self-pity gets you nowhere.”

“I st-,” she takes a deep breath, “I’m not having this conversation again.”

Her heels click with every step she takes away from you. The sound is long gone from your ears by the time the other woman moves again.

You watch as the boots slowly turn towards you. You think she’s going to kill you anyway but no. She nudges you, almost curiously, with her boot for a moment before turning on her heel and following her supposed charge.

Authors note: Did I add Agatha in at the end because her and Wanda are so entwined in my mind that I forgot Wanda doesn’t count as an AAA character? …next question.

Day 6: Arranged Marriage AU

[p0rk-guts]

He's finally done I think. WOAW! Radio demon time!!!

Okay time for comparison + breakdown rant ^ - ^ another SUPER long one I had a lot to say about this silly guy

ALRIGHT. So. Atp all that can be said has been said about Alastor but I'll gloss over it anyhow. Grossly historically inaccurate hair and clothing. Invisible deer theming. One of the main reasons he's got one of the most clowned on designs in the show is bc he's a pretty good representation of the worst it has to offer. He's absurdly red and has the waspiest waist in town. Also gotta zero in on the coat for a second bc I find it incredibly stupid that he went to that tailor bc of his coat being ripped and then left the shop with the exact same torn coat on oh goddd that felt like a complete joke who wrote this

Also his "redesign" was pointless. He stayed pretty much entirely the same except his colors got pinker and grosser and now he has this?? White trim on his lapels??? Even less 1930's accurate and it only serves to hurt the pallate in my eyes. It's the only spot of white on his entire design, it doesn't appear anywhere else so it throws it all off. And it's so bright. Is it supposed to be a focal point?? His tits????

Anyways onto my guy who I love so very deeply. I'm pretty sure sepia film was outdated by the 1930s but I gave him a palette inspired by it to emphasize how dated and stuck in old ways he is. Added blood red accents bc. Well. Cannibal murderer. Also bc I redid the sin colors so red is wrath and it seems like a fitting sin to pair him with.

After looking into 1930's men's fashion a tiny bit (thanks anon, this video was helpful!) and gave him a double breasted coat but wider and pointier so he looks a little less like just some normal guy and really emphasize how prideful and egotistical he is. "Ooo look at me I'm super big and imposing and powerfulll". I think it's a fun character trait of his. Definitely keeping it.

I liked him wearing gloves bc I feel like he wouldn't like getting his hands directly dirty and would always be covered when committing his murders. Maybe he's a germaphobe even. "I can excuse murder but I draw the line at dried blood on my skin". Also the gloves being white would contrast really well with blood so. Love that

I gave him a long tie to free him from the Vivziepop bow tie uniform and a fedora to add to the 1930's vibe and serve as something that can occasionally obscure his face in shadow. His glasses are also opaque and I imagine his eyes would rarely be shown if ever to make him seem more inhuman and off-putting, disconnecting him from personhood a bit. Wanted to add to that with his smiling mouth never opening and just being a static grin that can only occasionally widen or lessen, his voice cracking out of his "speaker" with fuzzy radio static. Seen multiple ppl use that idea and it always eats

I love Alastor's silly theatric nature (primarily in the pilot) and I'd probably keep it, but I'd add a layer of uncanny-ness to him where when he's not putting on his silly jovial facade, he gives off an unnerving vibe. Trying to appear approachable and charming and pleasant to lure people in before he's revealed to be less than human. Loveee thattt

I love Alastor being a deer. Predator becoming prey (animal) + "prey animal" lulling people into a false sense of security before striking. Love it. We should be CAPITALIZING ON IT❗So I gave him deer like legs, visible deer hooves, and more readable deer ears + the ham radio tower antenna antlers (sorry 4 calling them horns 💀)

Tried to make it a little more obvious that he's a mixed man of color by giving him dark wavy hair and the faintest hint of lip definition Viv uses in her style. I think it works. He's still not dark skinned tho

LASTLY the mic. Also not an original idea as I've seen tons of others turn it into a carbon mic but turned into a pentagram shape and I love the idea a lotttt so I joined the crew.

AND THAT DOES IT!!!! hope u like him as much as I do hehe. Just 1 supplemental doodle this time sorry :/ showing off how his face is probably obscured most of the time. He's. So hard to draw. I'm just bad at men but I'm tryinggggg guys

Alsoooo I've already finished the drawings for Niffty, Angel, and Husk! Once I've finished their breakdowns I'll add em right to the queue, and then I'll make a post with all of the main 6 together :3