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This may be a stretch but I think you may like Stanley from A Troll in Central Park

WAIT NO NO YOU'RE ONTO SOMETHING.........

#HE'S SO CUTE??????#i don't think i've ever heard of that movie. lowkey considering watching the whole thing just for him #thank you so much for bringing him to my attention!!!#UPDATE: i'm currently watching the movie and all previous tags were written many hours before this #i'm very late posting this because i didn't realize i left it in my DRAFTS 😭😭 but oh well #but i love him. genuinely #IMMEDIATELY recognized his voice i screamed “IT'S TIGER!!!!!!!”#for context i watched american tail (another don bluth movie i'm pretty sure) many times when i was little and i always loved tiger #very cute that they have the same voice actor #this might turn into something. hmm #thegabberwocky #freckles answers

a hot mess - spooky toji special: always look behind you

Summary: They always say to look left and right just to stay safe. But, don't forget, always look behind you as well. And now that he's forced himself into your home and your life, he's never letting you go.

wc: 25k words What to expect: halloween shenanigans, fun w/ ur bestie yuji, yuji is sweetie cutiepie, top! toji, bottom! male reader, ghost mask toji, BIG DICK TOJI, stalking, home invasion, hardcore graphic filthy hentai gay sex, spit, anonymous sex, masked sex, gawkgawk3000!toji, PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP, possessiveness, going at it all night, u love all of it. (crazy blurb I know.)

author's note: hi, so this was a halloween special episode that I made for a hot mess last year. I figured I'd post it here for shits and giggles... and before anyone tries me... the mc of this filthy spicy thing enjoys everything that happens to him. Don't take it too seriously and enjoy the spice <3 p.s. this takes place in the same world as a hot mess, but it's not canon to the main story. any lore that's dropped is canon but... imagine this as a different reality. reading the main story here or on ao3 will make things make more sense.

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note: the reader is referred to as m.c. for main character

art/photo creds: danila_wq, kinorilima, and ruu_sugu

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Amber Glenn x female reader

𒁂 Amber is jealous

You didn't even notice him at first.

Well, you noticed him — it was hard not to notice a guy who flies onto the ice like he's being chased by a flock of angry seagulls. Skates clanking, stick thudding, helmet sliding sideways. A typical hockey player after a bad shift — disheveled, red-faced, clearly looking for someone to take his frustration out on.

You were sitting on the bench by the boards, wrapped in that same hoodie of Amber's that smelled like her mint shampoo and something else — something cold and elusive. Maybe the ice itself. A thermos of hot chocolate sat on your left. Your phone was on your right. You were waiting for Amber's practice to end, watching her work on her step sequence at the far end of the rink.

The hockey player noticed you immediately.

He slowed down, his stick sliding away on its own, and glided over to the boards right in front of you. His face split into that lazy, cocky smile that probably worked on every girl within a hundred meters — the kind that said "I'm the main character here."

"Hey," he said, pulling off his helmet and ruffling his already wet hair. "Who are you here with? You skate too?"

You smiled politely — the exact smile you use when you want someone to leave you alone but don't want to be rude.

"No, just watching. Waiting for someone."

"Hmm." He glanced back at the ice, then at you again. "Who? A coach? Parents?"

An awkward pause. You didn't want to say "my girlfriend" — not because you were ashamed of Amber, but because you didn't owe an explanation to some random hockey player on a Saturday night.

"A friend," you said neutrally.

The guy nodded like he'd just heard exactly what he wanted to hear.

"I'm Kale, by the way. I play for the Maple Leafs — juniors, for now." He reached his hand over the boards. "And you?"

You gave him your name. Briefly. You didn't take his hand.

Kale either didn't notice the rejection or pretended not to. He leaned his elbows on the boards, tilted his head, and pressed on with the same cocky confidence.

"Listen, I've got about half an hour of ice time left, then practice ends. There's a café across the street — real coffee, not that vending machine crap. Maybe we could go? You know, when you're done waiting for your… friend?"

You opened your mouth to politely decline.

But you didn't get the chance.

Because the ice behind Kale exploded.

The screech of blades was so sharp that Kale flinched with his whole body. Snow sprayed up like a fan, hitting his face, his hair, his jersey. He jerked back, nearly fell, grabbed the boards.

Right next to him, frozen in a perfect spiral — one leg lifted straight up, blade above her head, back arched like a bow — was Amber.

She was smiling.

But not the smile you knew every morning — soft, sleepy, when she crawled out from under the blankets with tangled hair and reached for coffee before even opening her eyes. Not the smile she gave you before stepping onto the ice — shy but honest, with dimples on her cheeks.

This was the smile of a predator.

The same one you'd seen at competitions, a second before the scores were announced — when she looked at the judges' panel not as people, but as obstacles. Cold. Precise. Uncompromising.

"Oops," Amber said, gracefully lowering her leg and straightening up. Her voice was as sweet as a candy with vinegar inside. "Sorry, Kale. I didn't see you there."

She said his name like she was tasting something sour — and decided not to swallow.

Kale wiped the snow from his eyes. Recognized her. Of course he did — who in this rink didn't know Amber Glenn? His face flickered through fear, then guilt, then back to cockiness — some habits die hard.

"Amber, hey. No worries… I was just talking."

"I saw," Amber said. "Talking. To my girlfriend."

Your heart skipped a beat.

Not because she said "my girlfriend" — that was normal, you'd been together for almost six months, and Amber had never hidden it. But because of how she said it. Calm. Quiet. With such quiet certainty that anyone normal would have gotten goosebumps.

Kale blinked. Looked from you to her, from her to you.

"Oh," he said. "Um… I didn't know. She said 'friend.'"

Amber slowly turned her head toward you. Something flickered in her eyes — not anger, no. Surprise? Pain? You couldn't tell.

"Friend, huh," she repeated.

"Amber, I didn't mean to…"

"It's fine," she cut you off. Her voice warmed up by about three degrees — just enough to let you know she wasn't angry at you. She was angry at him. And at herself. And maybe a little at the whole world. "Kale, want to skate? You've got half an hour left. I'm just practicing."

Kale clearly wanted to say no. But Amber was already turning and gliding away, not waiting for an answer.

You watched her go, feeling a knot of worry grow in your chest.

She didn't go to her coach.

She didn't practice elements, didn't stretch, didn't drink water. She just stood in the center of the ice, closed her eyes, and went still.

For a few seconds, there was silence — just the rumble of the ventilation system somewhere above.

Then the silence broke.

Music poured out across the arena — you didn't know who'd started it, her coach at the soundboard? Someone from staff? — but the piano notes filled the space, low, drawn-out, almost haunting. A ballad. A slow ballad about something lost.

And Amber began to skate.

You'd seen her on the ice hundreds of times. At competitions, at practice, at closed run-throughs. You thought you knew all her moves in advance.

You knew nothing.

The first jump — a double Axel, just a warm-up — was so high you briefly worried she might hit the ceiling. She landed on one edge, swept out in an arc, and immediately launched into a step sequence — fast, angry, with sharp turns and leg kicks like she was punching the air.

Kale stood frozen at the boards. You sat gripping your own knees.

The third jump — a combination.

Triple flip + double toe loop + double Rittberger. She'd done this combo at championships before, but now it was different — not technical, but ferocious. The first part threw snow up to her waist. The second shattered the silence with a screech. The third ended so sharply it was like Amber wanted to drive her blades into the ice down to her soul.

She fell.

Twice — no, three times. First after a triple Lutz, then on a spin (she lost her axis, wobbled, and slammed flat onto the ice), then again on the landing. But every time she got back up so fast it was like the fall was part of the program. And she kept going.

You'd never seen Amber skate with this kind of pain.

Not physical pain. Something else. The kind that hid behind smiles and jokes, behind "I'm fine" and "whatever, no big deal." She was beating it out of the ice along with the sparks from her blades.

The final pose — she dropped to one knee, threw her head back, spread her arms. Her chest heaved. Steam rose from her back despite the cold.

The music faded.

There was no audience in the arena — just you, Kale, her coach in the corner, and a sleepy janitor up in the stands. And they were all watching Amber.

She lifted her head.

And looked directly at you.

It took her three minutes — exactly three minutes — to glide from center ice to the boards where you sat. Three minutes of moving slowly, fingertips grazing the ice like she was calming it down after her storm.

You didn't move. Afraid to scare her away.

Amber stopped half a meter away. Pressed her palms against the boards on either side, boxing herself in right in front of you — blocking you from the world, from Kale, from her coach, from the cameras in the corners.

Her face was red — and not just from the cold. Her eyes were bright. Eyelashes clumped with sweat.

She was breathing hard — mouth open, wheezing slightly, like she'd just run a marathon.

"Coffee?" she said.

"What?" you asked.

"He asked you for coffee." Amber's voice was hoarse, almost broken. "I heard. 'Real coffee, not that vending machine crap.' Kale, mother of all things, from the junior league, who couldn't tell a triple Rittberger from a double toe loop if his life depended on it."

She laughed — but it came out bitter.

"Because, you know, I offer you coffee too. Every morning. And hot chocolate with marshmallows. And my hoodie when you're cold. And my half of the bed, even though you always steal two-thirds. And my time, and my eyes, when you tell me about your dumb TV shows that I don't actually watch."

She leaned closer. The smell of sweat, mint shampoo, and cold metal hit your nose.

"And he offered you coffee. Once. And you smiled at him."

"Amber, I was being polite…"

"Polite?" she interrupted. "You smile politely at cashiers in the supermarket. You smile politely at my coach when he says I slept badly. You smile politely when someone gives you socks for Christmas."

She paused.

"But him — you smiled at him impolitely. Im-po-lite-ly. I saw that smile." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I recognized it. Because when I first came up to you in the cafeteria, you smiled exactly the same way."

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Amber…"

"And he's good-looking." She said it like she was pulling a tooth. "Tall. Shoulders like a refrigerator. And he plays hockey. I don't even know what to do with that. You told me once you liked hockey players. Two years ago. We were watching some movie, and you said: 'Guys like that — yeah.'"

"That was about a stupid movie," you said. "I don't even remember the name."

"But I do." Amber swallowed. "I remember everything you say. It's a bad habit. Doctors prescribe total isolation for it, but you still show up at the rink every day and smile. Impolitely. So that my knees give out."

She dropped her head. Hair fell over her face.

"Come here."

Her voice sounded tired. Reconciled. Or maybe not — you couldn't tell. But you were already standing, swinging your leg over the boards and hopping down onto the ice — and immediately you wobbled, because your sneakers weren't skates, and the soles slipped like they were on oil.

Amber caught you by the waist before you could fall.

"Are you ever going to learn how to stand on ice?" she muttered, pulling you against her. "A year together. A year, Karl."

"I'm learning," you said into her neck.

"No, you're not. You just fall, and I catch you. It's called 'pregnant penguin,' and it's not a sport."

You felt her fingers dig into your jacket — hard, almost painful. And you realized she was shaking.

Not from the cold.

"Amber," you said quietly. "Look at me."

She lifted her head.

Her eyes were red. She wasn't crying — no, she never let herself cry in public. But she was one step away.

"I don't want coffee with a hockey player," you said. "I want hot chocolate with you. With the marshmallows you're going to steal anyway. I want to skate slowly with you, because it's the only way I don't fall. I want to watch you do triple Axels and pretend I understand how much they cost."

You cupped her face in your hands. Her skin was burning, despite the ice.

"That guy," you said. "Kale. He can't make me laugh when I'm sad. He doesn't know I'm afraid of thunderstorms and that I hate broccoli but I eat it because you say 'it's healthy.' He doesn't know that when I fall asleep first, I still feel you wrap your arms around me from behind and whisper something into my back. I don't know what it is. But it always works."

A tear rolled down Amber's cheek.

"And he's not you," you finished. "And you are everything."

She stared at you for a few seconds — long, cold, electric seconds.

Then she smiled.

A real smile — the one that made her age disappear, that turned her from a champion into just a girl who was terrified of losing you. Dimples on her cheeks. Eyes wet, but warm.

"I hate it when you're this cute," Amber said. "I'm trying to be jealous, and you just come in and ruin my whole narrative."

"You have a terrible narrative," you said. "There's no conflict in it."

"There's no conflict because the conflict is about to get a hockey stick to the head," she snorted, nodding toward somewhere behind you.

You turned.

Kale was standing by the exit, already out of his skates, watching you both with the expression of someone who just realized he'd walked through the wrong door and now didn't know how to make a graceful exit.

"Hey," Amber called out. "Kale!"

He flinched.

"If you want to ask someone for coffee," she said, "rink three, Tuesdays and Thursdays, the women's hockey team practices there. There's a goalie. She likes tall guys and can't cook. Perfect match. This one," she pulled you against her hip so your bodies pressed together, "this one's taken. Forever. Not available for rent."

Kale nodded, mumbled something unintelligible, and vanished.

You were alone in the center of the empty rink.

Amber dropped her forehead onto your shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I know jealousy is stupid. And gross. And I'm working on it."

"I know."

"But when he walked over… and you smiled… something inside me broke. Right at the start of my program. I almost fell during warm-up, can you believe it? Amber Glenn, falling during warm-up because her girlfriend smiled at a hockey player."

"That's very on-brand for figure skating," you said seriously. "Drama. Heartbreak. Tragedy in three acts."

"Shut up," she mumbled, but without any heat.

"I will not shut up. You just performed the best program of your life. I don't know what that was, but the judges would have cried."

Amber lifted her head. Her eyes were puffy, but she was smiling — tiredly, happily, a little guiltily.

"Wanna skate?" she asked. "Slowly. Penguin-style."

"I don't have skates on."

"I'll pull you. Hold onto me."

She turned around, took both your hands, and started gliding backward — just like those first few times when you'd just started dating. The ice scraped under her blades. Your sneakers slipped, but you didn't fall, because she was holding on tight.

"Amber?"

"Yeah?"

"Next time some hockey player asks me for coffee, I'll say: 'Sorry, I only drink hot chocolate. With someone who can do a triple Axel.'"

"Risky," Amber said. "What if he can do a triple Axel too?"

"Those don't exist."

"They do. Me, for example."

"You're not a hockey player."

"What do I need to become one?" She tilted her head, pretending to think. "I can wear a helmet. Swap my skates for a stick. Learn to punch people in the face."

You burst out laughing — loud, echoing through the empty rink. Amber laughed too, stopped, pulled you into her, and kissed the top of your head.

"I love you," she said into your hair. "Even when you smile at someone who isn't me."

"I'm always smiling at you," you answered. "Sometimes I just forget to tell you it was a practice smile. For hockey players."

"A practice smile," Amber snorted. "You need more practice. Tomorrow at 7 AM. I'll teach you the correct smile. Mandatory hugs afterward."

"And if I fall?"

"If you fall," Amber said, brushing her lips against your hair again, "I'll fall right next to you. And we'll lie there and laugh. Like always."

She pushed off and kept gliding, not letting go of your hands.

The ice was cold. Your sneakers slipped.

But you didn't feel anything except warmth.

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Lyney the Hunter

Sub!Bottom!FTM Lyney x Dom!Top!FTM Reader

🪄 Word Count: 1,595 🪄

Lyney is described with: dick, squirt, chest, cervix, cunt, t-dick

Reader (uses hydro vision to top) is described with: t-dick, dick, cock

colors match their corresponding tags

[Kinktober] - Size Kink

CW: Age Gap, Daddy Kink, (Bear/DILF) Reader, Oral Sex, Fingering, Squirting, Size Kink, Riding

As you were moving into your new house in Fontaine, the first thing you noticed was the very cute and curious magician watching you.

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Mha guys reacting to an embarrassing song playing on your Spotify

>Platonic and romantic headcannons with pretty much every male from My Hero: Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada, Keigo Takami, Shinsou, Monoma, Denki, Kirishima, Bakugou, Lemellion, Yo Shindo, Iida, Shoto, Toshinori Yagi, Oboro Shirakumo, Tenko Shimura, Zen Shigaraki, Suneater, Atsuhiro Sako, Jin Bubaigawara, Touya / Toya Todoroki, and Kai Chisaki.

You were doing something monotonous at his house, washing dishes, sweeping, listening to your shared Spotify. You almost dropped what was in your hand when the song started. You recognized it immediately, and scrambled to pick up your phone and turn it off, your cheeks burning red. That song was definitely from your account.

Shota Aizawa just watches you fumble with your phone with a smirk on his face at how flushed and embarrassed you got from a song, allowing you to turn it off before pulling you down into a hug and kissing you on the cheek as you calm down.

Present Mic frowns slightly when he sees you so down about your own music taste. You were embarrassed by a silly song in front of him? How many times did he make a fool of himself on his talk show? He lets you turn it off and gives you a second to calm yourself. “Babe, you know I don't mind that sorta stuff, yo!” He starts out in a soft tone. You end up finishing the evening sharing the worst songs the two of you like, laughing over at how bad they are.

Hawks, Hitoshi Shinso, and Neito Monoma swoop up before you can stop the music, and he holds the phone out of reach. He forces you to dance with him until the song is over before handing the phone back, what a tease.

Denki Kaminari begs you for an extended period to keep the song going, and you have to relent, restarting it after frantically turning it off. He vibes to it and smiles when it's over. Really, what were you so worried for?

Eijiro Kirishima tells you that you don't have to hide your interests from him, and hugs you tight. “What’s manlier than being yourself?”

Katsuki Bakugo, Mirio Togata, and Yo Shindo smirk, clearly keeping a laugh in as he listens to the ridiculous song. Seeing how distressed you are is equally parts cute and annoying. “Dumbass,” he whispers as he kissed you and pulls you into a hug.

Tenya Iida, Shoto Todoroki, All Might and Kurogiri see you looking for your phone. He spots it, gets up to hand it to you, and smiles down at you. “What a… lively tune,” is all you get in response, and ‘the incident' is never mentioned again.

Tamaki Amajiki pulls his hood over his face, wanting the song to be over after seeing how nervous it made you. When you turn it off, he sighs in relief with you. He apologizes quietly and profusely like he was the one that turned it on in the first place, saying that he ‘should have been there for you instead of freezing up’. You end up having to comfort him, and stay cuddled together in a hug.

Dabi makes fun of you for hours afterwards, and even goes through the effort to figure out what song was playing just to torment you throughout the following days and watch your reaction.

Mr. Compress and All for One hide behind his mask, as always. You have no idea how his reaction will be. He chuckles, long and low, ending in a full-blown maniacal laugh. “Why the stress over such a trivial matter, dear? Surely we have bigger concerns, hmm?”

Twice mocks you. "You're seriously listening to that at your age?" He's also happy you can be yourself. "I used to listen to that too, don't let anyone tell you what you can or can't do!"

Overhaul gives you a sharp glance when he hears the song, pressing his elbows to his knees in an annoyed hunch. Good thing you got up to turn it off; he’s a no-nonsense sort of guy. He has you sit next to him in silence, a hand on your thigh as he turns on some classical music to refrain from letting you making that mistake again.

Tomura Shigaraki tosses you your phone after contemplating keeping it to mess with you. “Live a little, one song won't kill you,” he rasps, reminded of the idiotic songs he used to listen to about video games he liked when he was younger.

starstruck.

coming home drunk and showering xavier with kisses

short fluff <3 inspired by this lol

Xavier wondered what you were doing. He's at home, observing his fitness watch app when he noticed that your heart rate has been picking up. It's nothing alarming, but it makes him curious about what you could possibly be up to at this time of night.

He got his answer two hours later when Tara knocked on his door with your arms wrapped around her shoulders, giggling uncontrollably about something.

"Thank god you're here." Tara passes your swaying body over to Xavier, who then steadied you by putting one hand on your waist and another on the small of your back. "She kind of drank a little too much, so..... good luck and good night!"

"Huh?"

Soom after Tara vanished, Xavier felt his cheeks being squished by two cold hands. "Ooohh, no way! You look just like this guy that I like!"

"...oh no."

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Hello! Saw this off of another IF: How would the cast react to a very, VERY drunk MC (in the relationship stage) pushing them off, saying "I have an amazing partner, so back off", and overall just rejecting them (when they’re already in a relationship with each other)?

Hi!! Lol I've seen this around before 😂

Anjali: You insist your partner is amazing. "Correct," Anjali agrees. She folds her arms over her chest, watching you with something between amusement and satisfaction. "Though I think you could do better than that." You ask what she means. "'Amazing' is a bit generic, don't you think? Surely you can be more specific." She's fishing now, and she knows you don't know, but you're too drunk anyways. You start listing things: her hair, her voice, the way she smells. She listens to every word. In the morning, over tea: "You called me 'intimidatingly gorgeous' last night. I'm choosing to take that as a compliment."

Dmitry: Stops mid-step. "I'm...sorry?" When it finally clicks, he laughs, soft and helpless. "I see. Can I tell you a secret?" When you finally decide to humor him, he smiles and leans in close. "It's me. Dmitry." You tell him to prove it. If he's the real Dmitry. "Okay..." He thinks for a moment. "The real Dmitry wouldn't let you have another drink because you're way past your limit. And he'd tell you to come home with him so he can take care of you and make sure you don't wake up hating yourself tomorrow." He hesitates, then reaches out to stroke your cheek. "He'd also tell you that you're amazing too. And very, very cute."

#warm me up if #wmu #wmu if #wmu-asks #wmu ro reactions #interactive fiction

First ask done, now onto the next 🕊 Been reading a couple Steph appreciation posts and ig I could incorporate mutually neglectful reader into this. You know how reader doesn't care abt the Batfam to the point of not knowing their names? (Reader: In my defense, they never bothered introducing themselves. I would've remembered if they did, bare minimum for bare minimum NOT zero, okay?) Well not only reader doesn't know the Batfam's names they also don't know their faces since they almost never interact. Imagine one day Steph is on a break alone at the mall, spotting reader whom SHE recognizes and on an impulse inviting them to hang out. Reader not recognizing Steph accepts the invite anyway. They have fun, exchange numbers, agree to hang out again, and do so a couple times before Steph realizes 1) hey reader is super fun to hang out with!!, 2) oh shit reader doesn't know who I am? Reader doesn't know who any of the Batfam is??, 3) hmm kinda wanna beat up the Batfam including myself tbh, thank fuck reader still leads a happy life even without me us. Reader gives Steph the custom bead bracelet that in the last answered ask has Cass chasing her. Then in the end, after maybe some ✨drama✨ and finally reader knows Steph is Spoiler of the Batfam, reader goes: You know, back when people asked me who my fave Robin or Batfam is, I always said the girl Robin and Spoiler 😌 Steph cries, touched. The rest of the Batfam in the background also cry, jealous as hell 😂

The first time Stephanie spots you, she’s on her break at the mall. Mask off, hood down, hair in a messy ponytail, and sipping aggressively from a smoothie like it personally offended her.

She’s not expecting to see anyone she knows. Especially not you.

She chokes.