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xorafe · 1 month

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looking to score (one-shot)

pairing footballcaptain! rafe cameron x female headcheerleader! reader

rating explicit 18+

summary rafe has been flirting with you all season long. just when you think he’s never going to actually seal the deal, you do something to make him dangerously jealous and he realizes he’ll need you to prove who you’re loyal to.

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The state championship game coming up means there are two sure things you can count on.

One, you have to hold twice as many cheerleading practices to make sure your routines are clean and flawless.

And two, everyone on campus has Rafe Cameron’s name in their mouth.

He’s the starting quarterback, the captain of the football team, the fucking pride and joy of your college. For him, it’s awesome. He loves the attention. As for you, you’ve given up on trying to stifle your eye-rolls any time someone mentions him.

Rafe is the cockiest man you’ve ever known. Your interactions with him have been limited, but telling. He’s been teasing you all season, flirting and acting like he’ll finally put a move on you. But then he never does.

Before every home game, as team captains, you stand first in your respective line in the tunnelled corridor that leads out to the football field. This gives Rafe a nice few minutes to flirt with you and does he love to lay it on thick.

Today, finally, it’s the day of the championship game, and your college is hosting. The campus is buzzing with excitement, colorful signs in the stands, every parking lot full.

You’re waiting in your usual spot. The crowds in the stands outside are roaring and the conversations of cheerleaders and college staff are bouncing around the concrete tunnel.

The players aren’t here yet, but you know it’s only a matter of minutes before Rafe leads them down the hall, pausing next to you, messing with you like always.

It’s almost torment the way he works you up, then does nothing about it. Nonetheless, you look forward to this little routine you two have and hope he puts his money where his mouth is one day.

Rafe lives for the buzz before a home meet. The local fame he amasses, the promise of an hour-long game where he’s celebrated for his aggression, the opportunity to talk to you before he steps out onto the field… it’s electrifying.

When he saunters down the corridor towards you, all height and breadth and fucking ego, his eyes trail down your body like he’s imagining what’s underneath your cheerleading uniform.

“Damn,” he lowly mutters to you. “I swear, that skirt keeps getting shorter.” He leans back against the hard wall, waiting for his cue to rush the field.

“Wishful thinking,” you reply, crossing your arms.

Rafe soaks in the sight of your cleavage, the way your tits press together under your v-neck top when you stand like that. His blood runs hot like it always does when he sees you.

“This is a big game,” he says. He’s rolling his helmet in his big hands, his shoulder pads wide, the red of his jersey somehow making his blue eyes look even bluer. “You shouldn’t be distracting me.”

“Do you ever give it a rest?” you ask. He bites his lip, gaze dropping to your legs.

“We both know you don’t want that.” His smirk is so cocky, his dimples so taunting, that you have to look away from him. He’s almost too hot.

“Got me there, Rafe,” you say sarcastically. When you roll your eyes at him, his dirty mind immediately imagines you doing that from pleasure while he fucks you.

“Good, get used to saying my name,” he chuckles.

“Because I’ll be screaming it later, right?” you quip. “Original.” Regardless, you feel yourself flush a little when you imagine him on top of you.

“I’m just sayin’, be prepared,” he says, amused as hell. The band starts playing the familiar entrance music in the stands, prompting you to get ready to run out.

“You want me so bad, it’s embarrassing.” You kneel over to pick your pompoms off the ground, purposely perking your ass in his direction. He feels his groin tighten at the view.

“I’m not embarrassed,” he says. You meet his eyes and can’t stifle the smile on your face, shaking your head as he pulls his helmet over his head.

Goddamn, he wish he knew if he actually had a chance with you. But he hasn’t ever made a real move, sure you’d reject him in a heartbeat. It’d be too big a blow to his ego.

The game is a close one through all four periods. You and your team cheer on the sidelines as the sun starts to set, trying to weaken the thick tension that stretches across the field.

Rafe plays fast and rough like usual, but you’ve noticed he has a sudden rivalry with one of the opposing players. Every time he gets even remotely close to number 33, who’s clearly been tasked with taking Rafe down, he’s shouting at him or shoving him.

His aggression is hot. Always has been. You look away from the field as if someone can read your mind.

Of course, it’s Rafe’s touchdown that wins the game for the home team. You’re elated, the cheering and applause and energy around you magnetizing.

You and the other cheerleaders storm the field, followed by the marching band and everyone on the coaching team.

In the crowd, you see Rafe with his helmet off, smiling the biggest you’ve ever seen. The stadium lights are strong, washing him in a bright light, showcasing the handsome planes of his face.

“Don’t rub it in, huh?” you hear. You turn to see a player from the other team smirking at you, his helmet hanging off his fingers.

“Kind of my job,” you reply, gesturing to your pompoms. He laughs, nodding as he looks down. Okay, he’s cute.

Rafe’s impulse is to look for you, brag to you about his win and about how you have no choice but to cheer for him.

When his eyes land on you, you’re standing on the field looking so fucking cute with your hip cocked, smiling at…

His blood boils. You’re smiling at another guy. The guy who’s been dogging him and pissing him off the whole game. Number 33. Why the fuck are you smiling at him?

Rafe can’t control himself. He starts to push through the crowd to get you the hell away from that asshole, when the coach stops him, talking to him about their play.

He loses sight of you and it makes every sore muscle in his body tense.

When the team heads inside, Rafe doesn’t even have the patience to peel off his muddy uniform. He leaves his helmet in his locker and rushes out of the room to find you.

He’s pissed off at your lack of loyalty. He’d like to think it’s because he cares about the team that much, but no. You’re his. Some dickhead, especially one on the opposing team, isn’t going to flirt his way into your pants.

When he spots you walking through one of the hallways that surrounds the stadium, he rushes to you and grabs your wrist.

You look up to see Rafe staring down at you with hard eyes.

“Why were you talking to that asshole?” he asks over the sound of the chattering crowds surrounding you.

Excitement burns through you. Is he talking about the player who flirted with you? Damn. He’s jealous. You give him a gratified smile.

“Only asshole I talked to today was you,” you reply.

“What did he say?” he demands, voice low. What’s worse is that you fucking smiled at him, a smile that should only be reserved for him, but he won’t say that out loud.

“He was hitting on me,” you reply, smirking. “Hopefully he’ll actually do something about it. Unlike you.”

Your response throws him for a second. If you want him to follow through, to finally resolve months of sexual tension, he’ll gladly fucking do it.

He angrily yanks you towards him and you allow him to guide you through the throngs of spectators.

Rafe has one thing in mind. He knows where the visiting teams park their bus. And he’s taking you there.

He roughly pushes open the heavy door to the back parking lot, pulling you behind him. The evening air is warm and the area is dark and fenced up and all you can hear is his panting.

Hard hands find your hips and push you against the cold, metal wall of the bus. Rafe’s finally facing you again, his stare penetrating. Your heart is hammering with anticipation.

“You want me to do something about it, huh?” he rasps. He pushes his hips against yours, grinding against you.

“Fucking finally,” you breathe.

His lips are on yours as he huffs a chuckle, unable to believe that you’re crumbling for him this damn easily.

His tongue runs against yours and his body feels so firm, the smell of his sweat musky and so fucking sexy. You feel the bulge of his hardening cock against your groin and you buck against him.

His hand eagerly runs up your thigh, below your skirt. When his fingers press against your cunt, you jolt, your breath stopping for a second.

“You wet for me?” he asks, pads of his fingers pushing up against your entrance. His breath is hot, his nose nudging yours. Arousal coils in your stomach, tight and hot.

You feel so soft and moist through your panties. Rafe knows he won’t be able to simply touch you for much longer. He needs to be inside you.

“Mhm,” you can only desperately hum.

His other hand moves from your hip to your face, squeezing your cheeks together as he looks down at you.

“What’s that?” he asks.

“Yes,” you reply clearly, eyes boring into his.

Excitement pools in you when he moves his hands away to pull down his pants. You eagerly hike up your skirt and yank down your underwear.

It’s so fucking insane to be doing this out here. Someone could come through the door in a second. But the risk of it just adds to the thrill.

You revel in the sight of Rafe’s hard, curved cock in his hand. He’s fucking huge. You can admit the ego is warranted.

Rafe loves your expression, the way your lips are parted in surprise.

“Damn, look at you,” he huffs with a smirk. “You want this dick so bad.”

You eagerly lift your knee for him and he takes the invitation immediately, holding your leg up against his hip.

The feeling of him lining himself up against your cunt is mind-blowing. He pushes into you slowly, every inch feeling better than the last.

“How long have you wanted this?” he grunts once he bottoms out.

“Feels like fucking forever,” you admit breathlessly. “What took you so long?”

“Just be grateful you’re getting it,” Rafe replies. So cocky. Typical.

He pulls back then thrusts into you. Hard. You let out a strained sob and he inhales sharply at how nicely you’re squeezing around him.

“Oh, my God,” you whimper. The leg holding you up is wobbly already, making you grateful his hand is firmly hooked underneath your knee.

“You think that idiot can fuck you like this?” he says, driving in and out of you.

“No,” you say, and you mean it. You’re not sure anybody can pound into you so effortlessly, with so much passion.

You dip your head back, eyes squeezed shut while he fucks you.

“Don’t fucking talk to him again,” he orders, his hand rubbing over your chest and roughly kneading your tits.

This jealousy, this ownership, is so fucking hot. He continues to pull in and out so hard and so fast that you know you’ll be sore tomorrow.

“I won’t,” you promise. He’s so big inside you, stretching you so nicely, that you feel your stomach tightening already. “Shit. I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it loudly,” he says with a self-satisfied laugh. “And say my name.”

You obey, and when the orgasm rocks through you, your blood runs hot and sparks go off through your entire body. Rafe feels you squeezing him even tighter and he groans, cumming inside you in hot waves, twitching.

You bite your lip as he pulls out, feeling aftershocks of pleasure rocking through you.

Realizing what you’ve just done, that you’re in a fully public area, you frantically pull up your panties and readjust your skirt. Rafe looks amused by your nervousness, slowly getting dressed again.

“That was…” you begin, but you don’t have the words. Rafe leans down, capturing your face in his hands again to kiss you deeply.

A loud bang forces you apart. You see a player from the opposing team stepping out the door, trailed by the rest of his team.

A few seconds earlier, and you’d have been mortified. But Rafe takes the opportunity to kiss you again before taking your hand and pulling you through the door, past the group of guys.

“Get home safe,” Rafe mutters to them with a smirk, his tone taunting and entirely disingenuous. He spots number 33 and smiles at him with nothing but contempt.

He squeezes your hand and tilts his head towards you as the two of you walk by the sullen man.

“Looks like you lost,” Rafe half-laughs, very clearly not talking about the game.

thank you to this anon for inspiring this fic! if you want notifications on when i post my fics, follow @xorafe-library and turn on notifications 💘

#i was gonna post a series next but i got this one-shot request and i couldn’t stop thinking about it #anyways i’ve discovered that i love college au’s?#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #obx smut #rafe x y/n #rafe x you

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trinkerichi · 2 months

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How I made my own vintage Pomni!

Based on this tutorial, with my own modifications and sewing pattern!

Let's begin!

Here's a total list of the things I used here.

Shiny fabric: blue and red

Acrylic paint. Colors: White,red,blue,black

Gold ribbon

White sculpey clay

Tin foil

Mod podge (for sealing the paint)

Jingle bells

Dark brown yarn

Glue

And depending on how you want to handle crafting the body you can either follow the original tutorial and make one out of any fabric you'd like, filling it with plastic beans and stuffing,

Or you can do what I did and cheat a little! I actually used the body of a beanie baby to save time. You'll find tons of these guys at the thrift store, usually for about a dollar each. The one I used for Pomni looked like this.

All I did was carefully undo the stitching on the bear's head and set Pomni's clay head in the opening!

Now for the steps! The first thing I did was gather my materials and make a concept sketch.

Then since I already had a body for Pomni, I rolled a ball of tin foil slightly smaller than I wanted the head to be, and covered it in sculpey clay. Then I molded the face into a nice cute shape! Don't worry if the back of the head is lumpy, you won't see it under the hat and hair.

Make sure to add a neck that tapers outwards at the bottom so the head stays in the neck hole of the plush body!

After baking the clay, I painted the head white and sketched out the face lightly with pencil before painting on the details. I even added a little bit of glitter to her eyes! Then when I was satisfied with the face, I sealed the paint with mod podge. It added a nice shine to her face which adds to the porcelain look!

I'd bought a clown doll at a thrift store with a similar outfit to the one I wanted to make for Pomni, which I reverse engineered to make my own pattern! Here's In-progress Pomni wearing the other doll's outfit.

I cut out these patterns to use for the outfit.

After cutting out the pants they should look like this when put together and folded. Turn them inside out and sew them together at the middle, including the crotch. Leave the top and the pant legs open.

The sleeves should look like this cut out and folded. Make sure they're inside out just like the pants, and sew these at the sleeve openings at the top. Remember to leave the neck hole open!

Here's where we add the ribbon at the ends! Fold up the base of the pant legs and sleeves to hem the ends, and scrunch up the gold ribbon to sew around the borders while you're hemming them. It'll scrunch the ends a little bit, giving the outfit that poofy look.

Then turn it inside out!

I sewed the bells on and put the outfit on pomni! Then I simply cut another piece of ribbon and made a little ruffle for her neck. It's not sewed to the outfit just so it's easier to take on and off.

For Pomni's hair I got the yarn and combed it out with a fine tooth comb until the texture became softer, and then used a flat iron on it (VERY briefly. just for a second!!!!) to straighten it out. For more tips on this look up yarn doll hair tutorials on youtube! Then I just glued it to her lil head and styled it like so.

I don't have any progress pics for the hat but it was pretty simple. Just cut out the shapes and sew them up!

Then add the hem with a ribbon folded in half, and the bells!

TADAA! A baby pompom for you!

#my art #tadc #the amazing digital circus #pomni #tutorial #plush #toybox circus

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anarchy-and-piglins · 10 months

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"The walk isn't even that long," Tommy complained. Phil muffled him by wrapping the scarf around him a bit tighter, effectively almost choking Tommy in the process.

"I don't care how long the walk is, you're going to complain to me if you freeze your arse off. And then you'll have pneumonia like a certain somebody."

"I can hear you!" Wilbur called from the couch in the other room, then broke out into an impressive coughing fit.

"And if you're even half as much of a drama queen about it as he is, you'll be making my life hell," Phil muttered.

Techno's shoulders shook with silent laughter. But when Phil stepped toward him he froze up.

"Don't think you're exempt from his either." Reaching up, Phil pulled a woolen hat down over Techno's unruly mop of hair. The curls were unmanageable at best, but the winter weather had made them completely unkempt. As usual, Techno himself seemed completely uninclined to do anything about it.

Next, Phil manhandled a poncho over Techno's shoulders. A task easier said than done considering he had to do it by fitting the fabric beneath the seal pelt that always hung there and Techno would never take off. Not after how long it took him to get it back.

And especially with how important it was to the selkie.

The poncho was one of Wilbur's, and Phil tied the chords at the front into a cute little ribbon. "There, all set. Now you two can brave the cold." Techno offered him a thumbs up.

Then he glared at Tommy, who was nearly doubled over laughing. "Sorry, sorry, you just look so silly in that."

"Pot, meet kettle," Phil said, flicking the pompom on Tommy's knit cap. The teenager batted his hand away.

"I look amazing in everything, Phil. We've established this."

"Sure. Don't stay out too long, straight to town and back to get the medicine. Don't let Techno get distracted."

"That's a pretty tall order, Phil." Tommy looked over at Techno, who was already completely preoccupied with the little straps on the coat Phil had made him wear. Human items still fascinated him.

"Just do your best. We don't want anything to happen."

Tommy turned around to open the door, using his other arm to wave Phil away. "Yeah, yeah, you're worried, we get it."

"You little shit-" Whatever other expletives Phil might have wanted to throw at him would remain a mystery as Tommy choose this moment to drag Techno outside and shut the door on him.

But maybe he couldn't help the vague smirk on his face.

Techno looked back to the door, then at Tommy. His lips parted slightly and for a moment, Tommy thought he was going to talk. It would be the first time he'd hear the man's voice. Techno was mute, always had been since they found him washed up on the beach two months ago.

But then Techno nodded instead, nodding at the house. He was smiling. He brought up both hands pinched his thumb and pointer together while leaving the other fingers outstretched, and moved both hands in a circular motion.

‘Family?’.

“Yeah,” Tommy said. “That’s why he’s worried about us.”

And if he was grinning too, that was his own fucking business wasn’t it?

#shara writes #sbi #selkie techno au my beloved

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pinkcolorpencil · 1 month

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First up we have the plushies I made for my nieces and nephew for Christmas!

A little stegosaur, who may look a bit derpy but is very sturdy as my nephew is the youngest currently.

A betta for my oldest niece because she loves watching my own betta whenever they come over to visit!

And a little rabbit for my youngest niece, a bit bigger than the others and honestly the hardest one to draw a pattern for and piece together. The little pompom tail was quite fun to make though

All were received with an immediate seal of approval when presents were opened, and even though there were plenty of toys these were the ones that they refused to put down. I cannot even begin to describe how happy that fact made me feel.

#;pink art #sewing #handmade plush #hand sewing #rabbit plush #rabbit #stegosaurus #stegosaurus plush #betta #betta fish #betta plush

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norts-trolls · 1 year

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EMOJI ADOPTS!!!

ALL SOLD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

These are from most of the emoji prompts that were sent in a few days ago. Thank you to those who sent in prompts!! These adopts are $30 USD each P*pal only! Please Dm me if interested! The Rules are below!! As always for an extra +10 I'll draw an icon for the adopt as well!

Seal Teal Surfer (SOLD) Owl Bronze Cowboy (SOLD) Merchant Dragon Goldie (SOLD) Rainbow Cult Jade (SOLD) Sleepy Pink Anon (SOLD) Moonlight Siren Violet (SOLD)

Cosmic Beast Purple (SOLD) PomPom Cerulean (SOLD) Rose Beetle Detective Fuschia (SOLD)

Rules (BE SURE TO READ BEFORE BUYING PLEASE)

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES MAY YOU EDIT MY ART IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM

Please keep the design recognizable. But I don't mind changes.

Please credit me for the design when you first post them

Blood color and gender up to you Credit me the design in their bio or when you post them!!

I don't mind if you change their species

Please do not resell. Gifting is fine.

I can hold for 3 days max

Any future commissions of adopts brought from me will have discount.

PLEASE DO NOT USE THE ADOPTS FOR GROSS STUFF ( hate messages, racism, N/FTS etc etc use common sense)

ADOPTS WILL NOT BE USED FOR COMMERCIAL USE. (you can however buy commercial use license)

ABSOLUTELY NO USE OF AI WITH ANY OF MY WORKS

#norts adopts #fantroll adopts #norts art

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yourhumblemusicaltheatrefan · 9 months

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Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Fem reader

Summery: Eddie wasn’t a scientist. He didn’t understand the science between the opposites attract phenomenon. It’s never been important to him. Until a note was left in his locker.

Word Count: 3,099 words

Warnings: Literally just fluff

a/n: This is my first story so I hope you enjoy it! I’ve been wanting to write stories for ages, and only now I’m getting to it because I literally have nothing else to do. They might be a bit shaky, but hopefully you’ll enjoy regardless x

I liked your speech today. I’m glad you haven’t been bullied into becoming silent. I can’t wait for the next one - PomPoms

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows at the note he found laying in his locker. The pink curly writing was unfamiliar to him. It looked neatly written and everything was spelled and grammatically correct, that he could tell of course, but nothing about this note was recognizable to him.

PomPoms? What is going on?

He studied the note for the next 5 minutes, rolling through the rolodex of names and people in his head that it could be from. But no reasonable person could have done this. None of his friends were shy by any means, so it couldn’t have been either of them. So who else?

“Hey Eddie! You coming to Hellfire?”

He dragged his head away to look at the person calling his name. Dustin. Eddie seemed to forget the english language, and could not help his eyeline when it drifted back to the note.

“What you got there buddy?” Dustin question with a teasing glint in his voice. He stretched onto his toes to look at the note, raising his eyebrows at what he was reading. Eddie, a little too late, snatched the letter till it was tight against his chest. “ It’s nothing”

Dusting kept a ‘Oh really’ look on his face until Eddie gave in, sighing and allowing his friend to see the note for himself.

“Wow Eddie. Looks like you’ve got yourself an admirer” Dustin smirked. Eddie let out a scoff, rolling his eyes and shoving the note in his locker, slamming it shut.

“Oh yeah, cause nothing screams boyfriend material quite like the two time high school student”

Dustin gave him a soft punch to the shoulder, “Hey man! you’re a catch!”

Eddie chuckled, rubbing the mild sting left by the freshmen, gathering his thoughts and feelings.

“Right! To Hellfire!”

By the end of the following day, he’d pretty much forgotten about the note left in his locker, until it was time to retrieve his dealing tin. A piece of paper slowly floating to the ground.

I hope you know how much you inspire me to be true to myself. Right now i’m not, i’m not myself, but watching you be unapologetic-ally you, gives me hope. It’s beautiful to see - PomPoms

He could slowly feel his heart increasing speed as he read the recent note. The same pink colour, the same curly writing, the same sign off name. PomPoms. Everything about the note was the same except the words. He couldn’t help but read it in a downcast tone. If this was a real person then he could tell that they were unsure, insecure of them self, just from 2 lines of curly swirls and hearts for dots over the I’s. This made something in his chest sink, which surprised him, considering this was a complete stranger.

He kept the note in his pocket as he wandered down the halls until he got bored of waiting for Mike, who he was supposed to be driving home, occasionally pulling it out and rereading it. Reading it until it was etched into his brain.

“Is that another note? Or the same one?”

Dustin plopped himself in front of him, crossing his arms on the table. Eddie looked up with slightly red cheeks. “Yeah, found it about 20 minutes ago”

Dustin yanked it out of his hand, reading the note with a cheeky grin spread across his chops. Eddie twiddled his thumbs while he waited for a response. He could see Dustin’s smile fall a little. “Damn man, she sounds like she needs a hug”

“How do you know it’s a girl?” Dustin Scoffed, flipping the note around, pointing at the words.”No to be sexist, but the pink writing? the curly handwriting? it’s obviously a girl”

This didn’t help Eddie’s blushing issue, only making it worse. Dustin chuckled at his friends bashfulness, very uncharacteristic. He then watched as Dustin's face contorted into a curious expression. “What? what is it?”

“PomPoms. What do you think it means?”

Eddie hadn’t thought about it that much, too taken by the words. But now it’s been brought up, why not spend the next couple minutes thinking about who they might be.

PomPoms,,.PomPoms

“I mean there’s only one thing I can think of that has anything to do with Pom Poms..”

Eddie looked up at him.

“Cheerleaders!”

Eddie stopped in his tracks as he approached his locker, paper clearly sticking out the side of the door. He arrived at the locker, quickly checking his surroundings for anyone near. No one. He unfolds it.

I hope I don’t come across as tragic. I just don’t know how else to talk to you. I don’t find you intimidating or anything, but I just have a feeling you wouldn’t like me. I hope that wont be the case - PomPoms

The last thing Eddie wanted was for his new..friend? to think he found her tragic. Because he could never find her anything less than someone who just needed comfort. He’d been her. He used to be someone who struggled with being himself. Imagine your true personality being the reason you’re being bullied. And while he isn’t completely safe from the name calling and the scary thoughts and feelings, he was lucky he had a support system around him to help him get through those struggles.

What if she didn’t have that?

Dustin’s comment from yesterday plagued his mind for the rest of the night. A cheerleader. Could it be a cheerleader? surely not. What would a cheerleader want with Eddie? Other than the ones who required drugs for parties he’d never be invited to, or before games he would’t be welcomed at.

He’d come to the conclusion that it couldn’t be a cheerleader, because the idea of a cheerleader being interested in Edward Munson? It’s almost laughable

He’d also come to another conclusion. He was going to write back.

A baby pink manicured hand hesitated when it went to slide a note into the locker door belonging to the dungeon master himself. It seemed her usual entry into the door was blocked. Blocked by another piece of paper.

Had he not gotten my note yesterday? Was he already sick of me? Has he figured out who I am?

She unfolded the paper, expecting to see her carefully written message. Instead, messy black ink stained words.

Of course I don’t find you tragic. The opposite in fact. Assuming this isn’t a trick set up to embarrass me by the wonderful boys who continue to bless us with their skills in throwing balls into laundry baskets, I want you to know that you are the most exciting part of my day. Tell me something that completes you? - Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson

She grinned at the note, her pearly whites peaking out through the glossy shine that lightly coated her lips. She was unsure what to do with herself, she peeked around to see if anyone had witnessed her embarrassing display. But the note called out to her, the endearing smeary handwriting and the nick name she never agreed with to sign off. It was perfect.

“Hey!”

She heard from the other end of the hall. With a quick twist of her head, she turned to see Stephanie, the co-head of the cheer squad along side Chrissy. Unfortunately that seems to be the only thing she has in common with the blonde.

“Do you know what time it is?” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, nursing an eye roll. When she received no response from her team mate, she reached out and grabbed her arm. “Either hurry up to practice or you’re demoted to the bottom of the pyramid”

With hardly any time to breath, she stuffed her note in the pocket of her sweater, trying her best to not trip over her feet as she was dragged into the gym.

But as Chrissy pointed out to her after the practice was over, she seemed to be distracted.

“What’s up honey? You’re usually one of our best flippers!”

She giggled, a blush forming on her cheeks. Her ever recognizable fiddling told Chissy there was something on her mind.

“I kinda did something crazy” She whispered, reaching up to bite on her nails. Chrissy raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “What did you do?” She questioned, placing her hands on her hips, waiting for her close friend to admit she had murdered someone. You never know in Hawkins.

“I kinda started writing notes to Eddie Munson telling him how I feel” Chrissy’s eyes bulged out of her head, her jaw falling slack. “Are you shitting me? Does he know they are from you?” She shook her head, beginning to pick at her nails.

“Well you’ve gotta tell him! Imagine his face when he see’s it’s the only person who told him his band was great in middle school” Chrissy watched as her friends face drowned in a rouge colour.

“I forgot about that”

She’d heard of the word euphoria before. She’d heard it in a conversation between her sister and her friend. She’d even asked what it meant. But only now, watching the boy 2 years older than her perform with his band a song she’d never heard of, does she finally know what it means.

The way his fingers effortlessly glided across the fret board, how his voice slid from each note with such ease and grace. He was beautiful.

In hindsight, the performance was nothing but a group of 14 year old boy’s yelling into the mic with increasing volume, while simultaneously handling their instruments with a fair amount of uncertainty.

But she didn’t care. In her eyes this performance gave her the same feelings as the Queen concert her father had taken her to the month prior. But this one was different in some way. She wasn’t sure what, but something about this performance felt right.

As their song came to an end, the sound of hesitant applause coming from the audience. But she wasn’t hesitant, stumbling to her feet, bringing her hands together in thunderous applause. A cheer spilled from her mouth as she jumped up and down. She couldn’t care less about the stares she was getting from the people around her, she couldn’t understand how she seemed to be the only one amazed by this performance.

The rest of the talent show went on as usual, the cheerleaders performed a routine she had seen them practice for the past 4 weeks, Jeremy, a boy she’d sat next to in Math’s class, performed a magic show that surprisingly wasn’t too bad! He dropped a couple cards and forgot a few steps to his routine, but he did successfully guess Mrs Sara’s card, so who cares about a few minor mishaps.

But she couldn’t help but feel nervous as she slowly approached the band as they unplugged all the instruments that were left on the stage. Eddie was sat on the lip of the stage, a notebook in hand. His mind seemed off in the distance, but that didn’t stop her confidence, most likely due to her young age, as she finally made it in front of him.

Suddenly all the nerves come in forefront.

“Um..Eddie?”

She smiled, her fingers tangling together in a nervous display. He raised his head, locking eyes with the young girl. He recognized her. She was a couple years younger than him, but he’d seen her during end of the year school celebrations and sports days. He was trying to muster up in his head what her name was.

“My names Sofia”

Ah yes, Sofia. She’s friends with a bunch of the cheerleader girls. I wonder why she didn’t dance with them today?

“Yeah I know you. You were pretty much the only one clapping for us after we finished. Thanks for that by the way” He smiled through tight lips. This resulted in her cheeks glowing a sweet crimson.

“It’s okay, you guys were so great! I’ve never heard music like that before! It was incredible!” She hadn’t realized she was rambling until she had finished, embarrassment flooding her. He just smiled.

He hadn’t seen such animation since Wayne took him to see Iron Maiden when he was 12. It was like a mirage. He liked the way she looked with blushed cheeks.

“Sorry, I just wanted to come over and say how great you were. Bye!” He watched as she ran away, a smile remaining on his face for the rest of the day.

She has no idea what she’s just done for him.

Eddie had a spring in his step as he approached his locker. He’d waited all day to see the response to his note. He’ll admit he was slightly nervous. He’d never done something like this before, write something personal to a complete stranger.

He could see the paper sticking out the side, causing him to all but sprint over. Unfolding the note, he was met with the all too familiar pink swirly words.

I don’t know what to say. When I saw your note I assumed it was the one I left. I thought you were sick of me already. I’m the happiest I've ever been. One thing that completes me? My need to make people happy to feel complete. I want to tell you who I am, but I’m scared - PomPoms

Warmth spread throughout his body. How could she think he was sick of her? That seems impossible. This note has only proved one thing to him. She was perfect.

He desperately wanted to know who she was. He doesn't think he’s been this desperate about anything before. He began drafting a new note.

She’d been nervous all day to read his response to her recent note. She already knew who he was, everyone did. She knew everything that he chose to share with the world. She hung on to every word he said. He was the most interesting person in the world to her, and he had no idea who she was. But she wanted him to know.

She just didn’t know how. She unfolded the note.

Be brave sweetheart.

She bit her lip. If she could go back and tell her younger self that Eddie Munson had called her Sweetheart.

She’d love to be brave. She’s one of the most talented cheerleaders. Part of her job is to flip, kick and jump in front of hundreds of people. Her and her cheer friends competed in multiple competitions throughout the country, taking home first place almost every single time. And here she was, too afraid to talk to a boy.

But she knew she had to do something. She’d never been this close to him before. It’s now or never.

“Do it! It’ll work I promise!”

Chrissy smiled, pushing her friend towards the table of ragtag boy’s who’ve been ‘terrorizing’ Hawkins High since the beginning of their first term. The same nerves she felt in middle school seemed to re-service. Tightly grasped in her hand was newly written note. The closer she got, the more she felt her throat close up. But this needed to be done.

Eddie felt a new presence at their usually avoided table. He lifted his head to lock eyes with Sofia.

He remembered Sofia. Frankly, he never forgot her. How could he?

Since the day she came bounding over to congratulate him after the talent show, he’d never fully forgotten her. There were moments where he’d catch a glimpse of her practicing cheer, or watch her go up and accept an award at the end of the year, where he would get flashbacks to that night. But one thing stuck out to him during all these moments.

She grew up to be gorgeous.

And she wasn’t like any of the other cheerleaders, accept maybe Chrissy. She was kind. She never took part in any of the bullying or name calling. She didn’t throw stuff at him like her friends, in fact he doesn’t think he’s heard her speak other than that one time. But he sure wanted to. And it looks like he might be getting his chance.

She spoke first.

“Hi, It’s So-”

“Sofia” He finished for her, crossing his arms on the table with a soft smile on his face. She seemed a bit taken aback by his comment. How could she expect him to forget who she was?

“Uh yeah..that’s me”

He placed his head on the palm of his hand, looking up at her with intrigue. What could she possibly want? What is she up to? What’s in her hand?

“I have something for you”

She uttered, aware of the eyes on her belonging to Eddie’s friends. But this was something she needed to do. So she ignored the stares, reached her hand out and placed the note in his curios grasp. Dustin seemed to catch on.

This is me, being brave. I hope I’m not a disappointment - PomPoms

Eddie’s head shot up. The hustle and bustle of the cafeteria seemed to stop. All Eddie could hear was the thumping in his chest. There she stood, back straight, hands held behind her, a soft smile on her face.

She was a living angel in a cheer uniform.

He spoke

“Guy’s, I think Dnd is cancelled for today. I’ve got a date with my biggest fan”

Her cheeks engulfed in a gorgeous scarlet, much like Eddie’s. He got to his feet, picked his practically empty rucksack up and walked over to his not so secret admirer, presenting his hand out to her, which she gladly accepted. Dustin watched as his friend grinned like a school boy at the girl while the rest of the boy’s watched on in utter confusion.

They looked between each other, expecting someone to say something, explain what they had just witnessed. But no one said anything, so they just got on with their lunch.

Meanwhile Eddie was busy placing the sweetest kiss against the lips of the girl who had single handedly inspired him to keep at his music, rather than giving up.

He’d warned his freshmen sheep about the cheerleaders, claimed they were some form of goblin in disguise as pretty girls. He never expected to be standing in the Hawkins High School Parking lot with the prettiest girl of them all wrapped up in his arms. Now he was wondering what the hell he was doing when he wasn’t here.

Because this is where he was meant to be.

#eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #fanfic #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things volume 2

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joulethieves · 2 years

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post-game vaan who is ENTHUSIASTICALLY IN DENIAL THAT BALTHIER AND FRAN ARE DEAD, telling everyone "just watching the strahl til they're home!"; he can't fly it for fun or "balthier will be so pissed at me when he's back", keeping himself EXTREMELY BUSY, all so that he doesn't have time to notice it: the dust collecting in the cockpit, the stagnancy of the private hangar where the strahl sits, anchored it's been 8 months since the bahamut fell. nono asks him, "will you take the strahl out, kupo? she's in need of a captain."

"she has a captain," vaan says as if it's obvious, but he looks distantly at nothing, the smile on his face fragile and staged. stale. his hands run against the leather of the captain's seat, replaying the night balthier pressed him into it and whispered his name.

nono shifts, uncomfortable. the silence between them is long. vaan's voice is small when he finally says, in defeat, "so you believe it, too. like everyone else. i hoped you'd think better of them than that, nono."

it's dark in the hangar. he sees nono's reflection behind him in the strahl's windglass. the tiny moogle stands at the cockpit's door and his pompom sways as he sighs. "the captain told me if anything were to ever happen to him--"

vaan's hand slams on the console. "nothing happened to him." nono's ears press back against his head. he rubs the space between his beady eyes, a strangely hume gesture. "master balthier had me promise to tell you the strahl ...is yours, kupo."

"that isn't true," vaan says, staring at the compass sealed into the console. it has pointed Southbound ever since he landed it eight months ago. "it’s not true. it...i don't want it." his eyes are glassy when he turns to face the loyal mechanic. "the strahl isn’t mine. it’s his. and i'm not giving up on him."

nono clearly looks at a loss. "my crew and i are in need of work, kupo. simply - if you will not fly the strahl, we will need to find another ship..." vaan feels nauseous and gutted, his world spinning on its axis. suddenly, he feels dizzy. his mouth his dry. the air feels stale.

"can ...can i talk with you about this later, nono? the strahl... wouldn't be the same without you."

nono hums solemenly . "it does feel different here, kupopo."

"what do i do?" vaan finally asks, and he can't keep his voice from cracking anymore, a whisper across glass, an orphan at the helm of a great ship, the entirety of ivalice beneath the potential of his equally great wings, but he won't spread them without balthier.

"fly her, kupo" nono urges, his pompom swaying. "like all pirates, your answers will come to you in the sky. when you have decided, we will be here."

only when nono leaves the strahl and exits the hangar does vaan move. he has her console memorized, the distant echo of balthier's gentle instruction guiding his hands across the controls. his hand is shaking when he picks up the comm device. the last time he did, he donned larsa’s voice, but he’s sitting on the throne now, and vaan feels like he’s suffocating in a casket of an airship.

"this is Strahl to Rabanastre Aerodrome. Hangar 10. Permission to take off on your mark. Westbound." his voice carries a slight tremble to it. he's certain he's missed a step. done something wrong. he should've asked penelo to come with him. he should've planned this better. he--

"Rabanastre to Strahl. Good evening. You're set to take off." vaan stops thinking when the glossair rings hum to life. he grips the controls like a lifeline. it has been so long. the last time he took Her to the air was when he left behind the very man he is now dead-set on finding.

launched into the night sky like a comet, vaan tears through the stars. he doesn’t know where he’s going, but he’s been everywhere at this point at least once. balthier can’t hide forever.

not from vaan, at least.

#ffxii #final fantasy xii #balthier #vaan #balvaan

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mysteriawrites · 10 months

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Matchup for @burntchamomile

HiHi thanks for the request now for the moment you’ve been waiting for DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

DAN HENG!!!

(yeah not enough star rail men rn for everyone to get someone different despite how hard I tried so yall just gonna have share till my next shipment of handsome men comes in ok?)

Dan Heng won’t say it all the time, but he enjoys having you around a lot. Despite your sometimes chaotic nature, he likes how he can talk to you about shared interests and that, when necessary, you help him wrangle in March (he’s like the strict mom and you’re the chill dad).

When you first join the nameless after the left (insert home planet here I suck at naming things) it took you a little bit to warm up to the express crew. You mainly stuck by Himeko and Pompom or stayed your room. Dan Heng doesn’t really go out of his way to make friends or be anyone else’s business unless necessary, so he left you alone and didn’t pry.

One day (or night it’s hard to tell in space) you were in the passenger car alone reading a philosophy book. That piqued his interest. He walked over to you and tried his best to make his presence known without startling you, but Dan Heng is one of those people who are good at startling people, even if unintentionally, because he is so silent.

You turn around spooked until you realize it’s only Dan Heng. After you calm down, he asks if you’re reading and then you two discuss the theories in the philosophy book. Before you know it you’re having full on debates and really enjoying yourself.

After that’s when you become more comfortable with Dan Heng and you share your other interests with him (and a few random facts). He doesn’t realize he’s on love with you until your trip to Belabog.

Despite the dire situation you guys had just gone through Dan Heng couldn’t help but be mesmerized in the snow climate of Belabog. You and March played together in the snow with the moles and other children. He loved how your eyes light up and the tinkling sound of your laughter and that’s when he knew.

Dan Heng doesn’t confess until after your adventure in the Zhianxou (since that piece if story isn’t out yet I’ll leave that up to interpretation for now) when he realized although he may live a long life you will not, and life is too short to keep his feeling bottled inside.

At first you and Dan Heng have a pretty playful relationship, but you two are a little afraid to talk about your feelings. After learning about Dan Heng’s past you disclose your own and you comfort each other and promise to help each other move on from your pasts and embrace a brighter future.

Dan Heng reminds you that you yourself need love sometimes and if you stretch yourself too thin helping others you won’t be able to help anyone (i have to remind myself too). You remind Dan Heng not to fight all his battles alone despite how much he wants to protect everyone because those who truly love you want to help.

On a lighter note, you and Dan Heng usually spend dates just hanging around each other. Even if you’re both doing something different, you’ll be cuddling up to each other, he’ll play with hair, or you’ll play with his hands. Another date option is walking around and exploring whatever new planet you’re on (while March takes photos of you while you’re not looking for you to remember forever even if you’re shy right now).

You and Dan Heng are an emotional power couple. Able to turn your weaknesses into each other’s strength. You also protect each other physically during altercations with the anti-matter legion on your quest to seal stellerons. Dan Heng will not let anyone hurt you, even if that means facing his worst fears.

#multi fandom blog #multifandom #multifandom account #multifandom writer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom fanfiction #matchups #multifandom imagines #multifandom x reader #honkai star rail #dan heng #dan heng x reader

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