#I’ve been so jealous of so many people who can draw him so he looks like him and the second I use reference it’s easy as FUCK

[tectoniccyborg]

Newest drawing!! I will never not draw Ashley where I can

[shewrites444]

visitation [xavier thorpe x reader smut]

[a/n - so in my attempt to make up for my horrible posting rates lately, here is a pretty dirty plot i came up with.]

word count - 2.5k

summary - following xavier’s false arrest, the reader visits him to see if she can help in any way. of course, she can.

warnings - dirty talk, unprotected oral (m receiving), 69, unprotected sex in diff. positions

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xavier looked pathetic behind bars, with the way his head hung low, no matter who he was speaking to, or if he was eating, humming, drawing on the walls - he always looked so glum. despite my bias opinion due to our friendship, i didn’t think he was the monster. he really wasn’t capable of that kind of sin, despite the edgy persona he put on during the day.

while xavier and i weren’t the best of friends, we had an understood connection since we met a few years back through nevermore. our parents treated us in similar ways, and while xavier radiated huge daddy issues, i was on the opposite end of the spectrum. my mom and i weren’t very close due to how consumed she was in her work, and the fact that my dad passed on the genes of an outcast to me was something she seemed to resent heavily. hence, her practically shipping me off to boarding school 9 months out of the year.

due to these similarities, we grew close, and soon, after about a year or so, we ended up sleeping together after a party. yes, we were nearly blacked out, but it happened, and there was no coming back from that type of thing. when he was with bianca we never did anything, and when he was infatuated with wednesday i stayed clear of that, too. we had boundaries, of course, and that was made clear from the beginning. no strings attached wasn’t so bad, except when my causal hook up was now being accused of ripping apart a handfuls of citizens in our area. so, while visiting xavier wasn’t the best idea at the moment, i knew he needed a friend, or at least someone to talk to that wasn’t the cops.

after the last employee walked out of the police department, i grabbed my purse and slung it over my shoulder, skipping over the dark road before closing my eyes and teleporting into the front office. yep, that was my thing. not very common at nevermore, but nevertheless, had its perks. i’ve avoided many situations, and people, believe me.

i walked down the blacked out hallway until i reached a room that was filled with a small amount of noise, in which seemed to be pure exhaustion. i leaned against the wall in a bit of confusion, listening quietly through the opened door. a belt was unbuckled, pants unzipped.. good god.

i roll my eyes with a smirk, walking into the room to see xavier spitting on his hand, but quickly jolting back into his bed with red cheeks and wide, embarrassed eyes.

“jesus, [y/n]! a knock could have been nice!” xavier shouts in frustration, wiping his hand off on his black pants, zipping them back up immediately after.

i shrug my shoulders and set my bag on the desk aside the wall, before walking over to the cell. “i wasn’t aware you spent your nights wacking right after the police leave. tell me, are you imaging the detective girl that turned you into here?”

“are you jealous?” he teases, looking up to meet my eyes with a light grin on his lips. “i’ve gotta find some ways to distract myself from my current situation.”

“i could never be jealous of something i already have.” i snap, passing him a wink before walking in front of the silver bars. i sigh, insisting for him to walk towards me, which he does instantly. i watch him lean down to lightly peck my lips between the bars, which only makes me laugh.

“so romantic. i love fucking a criminal.” i joke, sliding my jacket off and onto the floor. “but i don’t know if it’s worth it to bring myself into that cell, xavier.”

“oh, it is.” he moans into my mouth, kissing me once more. “why don’t you get on your knees and give me a taste before you make your decision?”

i pull away, glancing down to the erection that was already pushing against the fabric of his cargos, which only made me blush. “try to command me again and i won’t even lay a finger on you. you’re lucky i feel moderate pity for you.”

“noted.” xavier nods, unzipping his pants before sliding them down with his boxers. he watches me sink to the floor after kicking my shoes off, taking his cock into my hand through the bars as i begin to pump it, spitting on his tip as well to increase my rhythm.

he moans loudly as his length encompasses my mouth, pushing towards me and pressing against my throat while i suck him off, jerking off his length and the other hand moving to play with his balls. i look up to meet his eyes, his expression nothing but lust, mouth open and eyes subtly rolling back.

“god, i’ve missed this.. you’re always so good at sucking my cock, [y/n]…” xavier groans, holding one bar with his hand while the other reaches through to hold the back of my head, and a good grip on my loose hair. “why don’t you come in here, baby? please. you’ve got my dick so hard. you always do.”

i ignore his words and continue what i’m doing, pushing my head forward to deep throat his tip into my throat, earning a gag from my full mouth, which only makes xavier harder, and far more turned on. i keep myself in place, closing my eyes as i practically face fuck him, given his frozen movements while i stuff his cock down my throat. my hands trail away to rest against the bars while i suck, up and down, back into a rhythm to give my throat a break. i could feel his eyes on me, and i knew he wasn’t going to take them away from me until i got into his cell.

i pull away, taking a breath, and a moment, before i stand up and brush my hair out of my face, walking over to the desk to grab the key to unlock his chains. i then close my eyes, and bring myself into the small space within a second.

i look to xavier, who walked towards my figure and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a passionate kiss, which i return while taking my top off. after i toss the white shirt onto the floor, i take the key and unlock his shackles, watching the hard, cold metal drop the floor.

“we’re gonna have to unfortunately put these back on you when i leave, you know.” i say, setting the key on the ground before wrapping my arms around his neck. “can’t have anyone know i was here.”

“okay, okay, come here.” he mutters into my mouth, basically ignoring my serious statement, and instead dragging me to the bed, where he lays me down on my back. “i’m gonna fuck you so good. i’m gonna make you cum so much, baby.”

“we’ll see.” i tease, watching him pull my pants off. he kneels before the bed and pulls me closer to him, one hand holding my left leg up as his fingers trail to my entrance, pressing his thumb against my clit.

i moan softly, looking up to meet his eyes while he rubs the sensitive bud and sits up, aligning himself with me before slowly pushing the tip in, and quickly working himself into a rhythm.

“you’re so tight around me, fuck..” xavier moans, releasing his finger before leaning above me, thrusting inside of me still as he presses his lips against my own. “you know i’m not the monster, [y/n], but god, if i was, i wouldn’t lay a finger on you.. you’re so fucking hot, you’re the only one i’ve ever truly wanted to be inside of.. i wanna fill you up, baby.. make you mine…”

my eyes widen as i look up him, watching his lips trail down to my breasts, as he pecks them and kisses at the erect buds. i knew xavier wasn’t the monster, of course, but being in here with so much spare time must’ve sure brought in some creative dirty talk. i never knew he wanted me like that. he was always so into wednesday lately, that i figured i wasn’t even a thought. we hadn’t slept together, or done anything, really, in a month or so. basically since she showed up.

while i wasn’t the jealous type, xavier had been feeding me attention for awhile now, and to have it taken from me so suddenly, it was more annoying than anything. despite how much i liked being single, i did like to feel claimed, and i know he liked to feel that way, too. so the more i thought about his words, it wasn’t much of a surprise. if anything, it was just fucking hot.

“you really want me? only me?” i blush and bite on my lower lip, glancing down to him as he sucks at my right nipple while cupping the breast up. i shake my head though, taking my words back, after quickly thinking over how sensual that sounded. i hated how he made me feel so good, no matter what he said, or did. fuck.

he looks up to me and pulls off my breast with a smirk. he could definitely tell i regretted that actual expression of normal affection.

he sits up, holding both my legs above my head before pushing himself deeper inside of me. “can’t take that back, [y/n].” he winks, watching my mouth drop open while he pushes his cock fully inside of me, thrusting lightly, but just enough for me to feel him pressing into my belly. god, it hurt, but it felt so fucking good. he was so big. he knew it.

“well, i take it back. fuck whoever you want.” i say with a blank face, gulping as he began to pick up the pace, but stopped abruptly at my words.

he pulled out of me, standing up and lightly holding me up before helping me onto my knees, turning me the other way to press against the cold tile walls, my legs spread underneath me. he comes up behind me, pushing his cock back inside of me, which only pressed my body more against the wall.

“well, i chose to fuck you.” he expresses, wrapping his arms around me, cupping each breast in one hand. he pecks the crane of my neck, holding me tightly. “i chose you over anyone, [y/n]. you know how to make me feel good, even in here.. you know how to take my dick, baby.. you’re such a good girl, you know.. pressed up against this wall letting me fuck you so good.. there’s no fight tonight, baby. i love when you just let me control you..”

“hm.. well, there’s about to be… if you don’t make me cum… as promised...” i say in between moans, turning my head just enough to meet his eyes, watching him smirk while he releases one hand from my breast and down to my clit, which he harshly presses against, causing my back to contort backwards, pressing my ass against his lower abdomen.

“god, you’re so sensitive tonight..” xavier coos, holding me tightly against him. “you gonna cum all over my cock? i bet you taste so good, love. you’re gonna taste so good mixed with me.”

i press the side of my face against the wall, both hands against the bricks as i sigh heavily, biting my lower lip in order to keep my mouth. i hated letting him have the upper hand at times, he got so cocky. he knew he was making me feel good, and terribly wet, so it tended to get to his head. i didn’t like to give him what he wanted immediately. he had to work for it.

i began to move my body backwards, almost grinding from behind him to stimulate him further, which only made him moan in pleasure, throwing off the rhythm he had going.

“lay down.” i say firmly, feeling his hands release from my body and onto the bed. i move myself on top of him, where my pussy then hovers before his lips, and i’m aligned with his hard cock, which i leaned down to take into my mouth almost immediately.

“f-fuck…” xavier stammers, reaching up to hold my ass as he pulls me down to meet his lips. as he licks my folds, twisting his tongue into the flesh and gently pressing against my clit, i feel two fingers push inside of me, which only catches me by surprise as well, my moans muffling through my busy lips.

he pushes another finger inside, stretching me out as i moan loudly, pulling myself away from his dick and beginning to grind my pussy on his lips, until he pulls his fingers out and focuses his mouth on me.

i close my eyes and sink myself into the moment, one hand on the wall while the other pumps his cock, which was coming closer and closer to finishing.

“i-i’m gonna cum, baby.. please fuck me..” xavier moans, lightly moving me out of his face and nudging me towards the lower part of his body.

i nod, moving myself down his figure to align with his dick, pushing myself back onto him. i hear him moan behind me, almost whining at the amount of stimulation i put him through already.

i move my fingers to my clit, rubbing the bud in order to increase my upcoming orgasm, bouncing on his dick while his hands held my waist, guiding me up and down.

my mind was at a blank, genuinely focused on the pure pleasure this brought the both of us, and nothing else. just the moment that i was so terribly engrossed in, and not the fact it was all in a cell. i was with xavier, and this was the release we both so desperately needed.

and fuck, we got it.

our moans synced together as we gasped throughout the stimulation both our organisms brought us, our juices intertwining as i rode out the high of our climaxes, up until the moment his body went numb beneath me. i got off of him, my weak legs moving to grab my underwear off the floor, and slowly began to get dressed as he watched me from behind.

"you're going leave already, [y/n]?" he asked, leaning up to grab his clothes. "what happened to all that talk?"

"ignore that until you're let out of prison, xavier." i turn around, zipping my pants up. i lean down to grab the handcuffs and the key again, putting them back on him after he got dressed, and pushing him back to the bed.

he purses his lips together and sighs, cupping my cheeks before kissing me softly. "fine. but you need to come here again. no one's ever gonna make me feel as good as you do - i mean that."

"i'm flattered. maybe i will." i tease, pecking his cheek before leaving the cell in a blink. i grab my purse and glance to him before walking out and into the dim hallway.

[stratossphere]

do you have a part 2 planned to the jealously v.v fic? because 👀 people would kill for a jealous smut

mine. | v.v

ville’s jealousy doesn’t take much to rear its ugly head. and you know it.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), enough possessiveness to kill a man, getting walked in on, blatant exhibitionism

word count: 7.7k (sorry!!! plot!!!)

a/n: this isn’t exactly a pt. 2, but it is a jealous smut! sorry it took so long to get to this ask but this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so here you go :)

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @4377666 @d34c1

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Sometimes, you wondered how the hell Ville had so many 'friends'. All around the world, wherever you went together, he always knew somebody. And, tonight in Amsterdam, he apparently knew a lot of people. He insisted they weren't his friends, because Ville was about the opposite of a people person, and yet they acted like long lost brothers when they'd all seen each other after HIM's show.

And, of course, you were the only girl in the entire apartment that we had migrated to for the night. Everyone else was either a member of a band you'd never heard of or was a tattoo artist of some kind, and everyone was either ridiculously trashed or smelled ridiculously bad.

So yeah. The night was going great.

You were currently sitting on a couch with what had been Ville and some dude that he'd apparently done shows with on HIM's first ever tour, but Ville kept getting up, so you kept being left alone with his grimy friend. Who clearly had a thing for you, because every time Ville would get up for something, his arm would move to rest on the back of the couch behind your head.

"I’ve never seen a woman that could hold real drinks like you can.” Sometimes men made you wonder how they ever caught any game. This guy especially, considering how many times he’d tried lines on you in the short amount of time Ville had been away from your side.

"How many women have you seen?" You were trying to hold an unbothered tone despite being extremely uncomfortable and extremely close to snapping on this guy, but you couldn't help but make a tiny, unnoticeable dig. He leaned into the arm behind you a little more, and you silently prayed that Ville would come back with the drink he had left to go get soon.

"I'm around one right now. I'm just saying, I'm impressed." He grinned like he'd just nailed the best compliment ever given, and all you did was sigh and take a long sip of your drink as you looked away from him again.

"Thanks." Great. Your drinking skills had impressed someone that probably shot up on his weekends. You didn't want to think too hard about what that had to say about you.

"So, how long have you and Ville been together?" Jesus Christ. It seemed like men who assumed girls would fuck them just because they were confident never had any humility. It made you glad you had ended up dating the man who was about as uninterested in using his lead-singer position to impress or manipulate as one could possibly get.

"A few years. So uh, pretty serious." You said, giving him a pointed look and then glancing at his arm where it was getting painfully close to being around your shoulders. He obviously didn't take the hint, and it felt like he was only leaning in closer.

"Yeah? Where'd he go?" That was clearly a pointed statement, and as you leaned a little bit away whilst considering how much of a problem it would cause if you just nailed this fucker right in the face, you suddenly spotted your saving grace coming back into the living room as he loudly talked to some other dude that was in the same band as the guy sitting next to you. You breathed out a sigh of relief as you pointed right towards Ville.

"He's right there." Your movement seemed to draw Ville's attention, and as soon as he was actively looking in your direction, you gave him a look that pleaded for him to get you out of the situation that he had left you in. As soon as his eyes moved from you to the guy sitting ridiculously close by this point, he stopped talking and his jaw squared. You immediately felt the guy's arm withdraw from behind you when he followed where you were pointing.

"Oh, uh...Jesus. He really knows how to sneak up on a fucker." He tried to play his nervousness off with a laugh, but you could see him subtly moving away from you with every step that Ville took towards the both of you. "Hey, man! Did you bring beers for all of us?"

"It's for her. Get fucking lost." He had shifted into full death-stare mode, and he was standing directly in front of the guy with a beer in each hand. You held a hand over your mouth to cover your grin as the guy spluttered in the face of your boyfriend looming over him.

"What—"

"Get fucking lost. You're in my spot." This time Ville motioned aggressively for him to get up, and you had never seen a person move faster in your life as he shot up from the couch. Ville shouldered him as the guy walked past, muttering something you couldn't hear before he was replacing his spot on the couch and immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulders with that stare still on his face. "And don't fucking look over here, either."

Once again, you had your hand over your mouth to hide your beaming grin, and the guy just tried to act like he was scoffing Ville's snap at him off before he walked away.

"You should've came and got me." Ville said through his teeth as he opened your beer for you before handing it over. You rested your cheek against his shoulder, thankful to have him back next to you again so that you weren't stuck alone surrounded by kind-of disgusting rockstars.

"I mean, what do you expect, babe? I'm the only girl in this entire apartment right now." You said calmly, not really all that affected by it now that Ville was next to you again. He only let out a huff.

"I don't give a shit. It makes me want to fucking kill someone when you get that look on your face." He said tightly, referring to the uncomfortable look you’d given him when he'd come into the living room. You leaned up to kiss his cheek, smiling against his skin.

"You're so sweet." You cooed, noticing that despite the fact that you were giving him a kiss, he in no way acknowledged you or even glanced in your direction. Upon following his gaze, you realized that he could still see the guy that had now moved to the kitchen, and he was still staring. You ran a hand over his hair. "Ville. Honey, relax. It's okay."

"No it's not. No one needs to be getting that close to you." He muttered, finally looking at you when you continued to push his hair back out of his face and behind his ears. "I'm surprised you put up with it for that long."

"Well, he's your friend. I didn't want to start a big thing." You shrugged, wrapping your arm around his shoulders so that you could be closer to him where his was still wrapped around yours while you drew your legs up to your chest. He spat out a scoff at that.

"That dick is not my fucking friend. And even if he was, I still wouldn't care. You could punch Mige if he ever got that close and I'd understand." He insisted, speaking fast and harshly out of hatred. "I shouldn't have brought you here. I promise I won't leave you until we're ready to go."

Thankfully, with every beer that he drank, Ville seemed to lose interest in his proclaimed worst enemy for the night, and you finally felt able to relax as he slowly gave up the hatred that had been brimming inside of him. That was, until Mige showed up with an apprehensive look on his face.

“Uh…I’ve got something you probably want to know.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced back toward the kitchen. You let out a sigh as Ville perked up at that, his hand slipping under your shirt to rub your lower back where his arm had moved to wrap loosely around your waist. He was clearly trying to relax you, but you had already noticed the way he was heating up all over again. It didn’t take much. Mige motioned for you to lean in like he was going to tell you a secret.

"You know Esa? The drummer who used to huff spray paint?" He said, motioning back like you were going to see him standing right behind him. You immediately felt Ville fully stiffen next to you before he was wrapping his arm around your shoulders and almost around your neck as a result, and using your innate ability to pick up context clues, you assumed that Esa was who had been sitting next to you on the couch.

"What. What the fuck did he do." All of that animosity that had been in Ville's voice 15 minutes ago had come violently shooting back, and you rolled your eyes as you shoved your fingers between you and Ville's arm so that he wasn't squeezing you so tight and possessively.

"He is talking ridiculous amounts of shit about you in the kitchen. Things that we wouldn't even say." Mige announced, shaking his head as he said it. His tone of voice told me he didn't exactly feel great about saying that in the face of what was becoming Ville's furious stare. "And he's uh...talking about your 'hot ass' girlfriend."

Ville immediately moved like he was going to stand up, but you stopped him with a tight hand on his arm, giving him a look that warned him not to act impulsively. Ville usually lost sight of his senses when he was even the slightest bit irritated. Especially when it involved you.

"Y/n, let me go." He was speaking through his teeth, and he pulled in your grasp but not actually standing up. Mige watched this with amusement in his eyes but didn’t yet interject as you bickered back and forth with your overzealous boyfriend.

"You promised you wouldn't leave me again, so don't." You warned, tipping your head so that you could give him a death stare. "Take a fucking pill, Ville. Everything is fine."

"Yeah. Take a fucking pill, Ville." Mige goaded, snickering when he saw Ville force himself to relax under your direction. Ville did, however, reach out his long leg and kick Mige's chair back a good foot or so.

This was clearly not working for calming Ville’s nerves, and you sighed before excusing both him and yourself to give him some space to decompress. You knew he was more than antsy, and that the incident with Esa had thrown him off indefinitely for the night, so you were quick to get him alone for everyone else’s sake.

So, a few minutes later in the bathroom, you turned on him with an unimpressed look on your face.

"What's wrong, honey?" You asked, biting the bullet because he clearly looked both incurably miserable and uneasy. He immediately spun around so that he was fully facing you.

"I want to strangle that fucking cunt and then drown him in a puddle of my fucking piss." He spat, one fist clenching while he jabbed a finger back towards where the party was still going on past the bathroom door with his other hand. You snorted at that.

"That's really descriptive. Thank you." You said painfully, taking his hand where it was balled up in a fist and gently uncurling his fingers. "We can go if you've had enough."

"I'm not that much of a bitch." He sighed woefully, letting his hand fall limply at his side once you'd undone his angry fist and then continuing to mope as you moved behind him to press yourself against his back and wrap your arms around his hips over his belt.

"If it makes you feel any better, he’s really fucking ugly." You mumbled as you slipped your hands under his shirt to rub your warm palms over his even warmer stomach. Ville chuckled half-heartedly at that, a soft sigh escaping his lips at your touch.

"I'm not really a looks man." His joke came out dryly, but you laughed regardless, wishing you were tall enough to rest your chin on his shoulder but instead settling for your cheek resting against his shoulder blade.

"Let me rephrase. I'm only going to suffer through drunk party sex with one man tonight, and it certainly isn't Esa." You hummed, letting your hands fall still around his abdomen as you hugged him tightly and leaned up as high as you could go so that you could press a kiss right over the tattoo on the back of his neck. "Think horny instead of hateful, please."

"Ah, you always know the way to my heart, my love." He seemed to lighten a little bit at the word 'horny' leaving your mouth, because he was nothing if not someone who took an opportunity, and he quickly turned in your grasp with a soft smile on his face. "Am I being too much?"

"I think the 'piss puddle' part did it. You need to fucking relax and stop letting everything bend you out of shape." It had been too long of a day for you to word that nicely, but he usually didn't take the hint until he was forced to, so that actually worked well in your favor. He leaned down to kiss you when you slid a hand up to the back of his head to encourage him to do so, but his eyes were still troubled.

"I just fucking hate it that I can't even introduce you to anyone I know without feeling like I'm feeding you to a goddamn wolf's den." He complained, fisting a possessive hand in your hair as he looked down at you with a deep frown. You cooed, rubbing your thumb over his cheek where you were still cupping his jaw.

"Honey, I promise you're making it out worse than it really is. They're all men in their 20s. No man in his 20s comes on to women appropriately." You reassured, giving him a look because he was the pinnacle of that statement. A hint of a coy grin moved to his lips then, and he tucked his face further against your touch.

"It's a daily heartache to be so in love with the most beautiful woman to ever have been created, you know that? I get tired from having to keep back the hoards." He spoke in the verge of whining, and you full-on laughed at that, because he was sweet. Eternally grumpy, but so sweet.

“Are you going to be able to breathe normally out there? I’m really fine with leaving.” You reiterated, letting your hand drop because you knew you couldn’t stay cooped up in a bathroom forever. He blew out a scoff.

“Yes. I’m fine.”

However, he was not in fact fine. Because the second you and Ville re-emerged into the party, you were inexplicably being dragged to the kitchen. You knew he was lying when he said he needed another drink, and you settled with the fate that he was probably looking for Esa. All of your soothing had been for nothing, apparently.

“Please don’t. I don’t want to be a part of a fight.” You complained as Ville led you into the kitchen, stepping around couples standing way too close together to get to the drinks as you watched your boyfriend’s eyes scan the room. He just waved you off.

“I just want to talk to him.” He reassured, his words coming up empty because you could so clearly see the animosity building in his eyes once again. You frowned skeptically.

“I’m getting another beer. Leave me out of it. Seriously.”

You stepped apart from Ville then, letting him do whatever the fuck you clearly couldn’t stop him from doing as you genuinely just tried to find another beer. You were starting to wish this night would just end, because you knew it was right on the verge of turning into a shitshow, but this had mostly been for Ville. It wasn’t often you were in Amsterdam long enough to stop and say hi to anybody, and a good portion of the people at this party were truly his good friends.

But Ville had never been one to quit. And the ‘hot ass girlfriend’ comment that Mige had relayed to the both of you was clearly digging deep, because within a few seconds of searching around, you had lost him completely.

And, just your luck, someone else appeared to take his place.

And that someone else was Esa.

“Are you looking for the beer?” He seemed to sense your irritable confusion in such an overpacked house, but you could see that same hungry look in his eyes as he pointed you in the right direction. “I can make you something special, if you would be so inclined.”

“No thanks. I’m cutting off soon.” You lied, because you knew that you’d watch Esa lose limbs if Ville were to walk up on someone who was so deeply on his nerves making his girlfriend a ‘special’ drink. You weren’t going to encourage what you knew was going to be Ville’s overly-dramatic protective behavior, and you certainly weren’t going to add to it, either.

“Relax. You know, I’ve heard Valo’s girlfriends all do whatever the fuck they want because he never pays attention.” Well, it’s not like he was making it easy for you not to encourage what you knew was going to be a shit-storm when Ville finally found you. You also knew it wouldn’t take long for him to lose his shit.

“Well, Valo’s only got one girlfriend now, and I’d watch yourself with saying he never pays attention.” You said uninterestedly, starting to rip open a new case of European beer and silently wishing that Ville just didn’t have any friends at all. If he was just a little more bitchy, you would never have to go to these parties and play nice with rockstars who knew no boundaries.

“What? Is he supposed to scare me just because he’s your boyfriend or something?” The thought seemed to amuse Esa, but his laughing was short-lived when suddenly it felt as if a shadow had fallen over the both of you. You didn’t even have to look to your side to see who was there.

"What the fuck is that goddamn funny?” Oh yeah. Ville was pissed. And clearly in one of those moods that you knew always led to you breaking up a fistfight. You pushed a gentle hand against Ville’s chest where he was starting to swoop in on Esa like a vulture.

"Just go sit back down. I'll be back in a minute." You reassured, wishing that your fingers could get at the beer box faster to get you (and Ville) out of the goddamn kitchen.

"No. He can stay. If it’ll make you feel less insecure, Valo." And here started the dick measuring contest that you’d been doing your best to avoid. Ville bristled at that statement, and promptly got right in the way of you trying to get more beer. He was too busy glaring over your shoulder, however, and you had to shoulder him to the side because he ignored all your other attempts to get him to move.

"This is all shit fucking beer." Ville clearly pretended that he was talking to himself, but he was talking loud enough for the entire kitchen to hear. Esa scoffed and retorted something you couldn’t hear, but you were more focused on the fact that as you bent over to just grab a beer from an open box of a shittier brand, you felt Ville’s hand on your ass. You let out another huff.

"Go save our spot, Ville." You said tightly as you reached your foot back to nudge him away from you with your heel in his thigh. However, the conversation about you was continuing on without you, and Esa only spat his response to Ville’s insult towards his beer.

"Then maybe you should get out of the kitchen and stop following Y/n around like a fucking bitch." He crooned, shaking his head as he took a step closer to Ville. "You're right up my fucking ass."

"I'll get out of yours as soon as you get out of hers." Ville shot back, getting about three times as close as Esa had just as you stood back up with two beers in hand. "Did no one ever teach you how to shut your fat fucking mouth once in a while?"

"Enough! You both need to shut your fat fucking mouths." You cut that shit really quick where you could see it nearing violent territory, jabbing a finger first at Ville and then in between both of them. "Might as well whip your dicks out now and grab a measuring tape."

"I'm just saying, if you can bear to put your eyes anywhere other than her tits, then I'd be happy to drink your shit beer." Ville completely ignored you, as to be expected, and you quickly grabbed his wrist tightly where he had his arms crossed before starting to forcibly pull him away from the kitchen.

"You and I need to talk. Right fucking now." You snarled through your teeth, not giving either Esa nor Ville a chance to get another word in edgewise as you headed towards the hall. You were praying the first door you saw was unoccupied, because you really didn't feel like going in on Ville in the bathroom, and you let out a breath of relief when you opened the door to an empty bedroom.

"You're hurting my fucking arm." Ville complained as he came into the guest room after you, looking completely unbothered when you slammed the door behind him about as hard as you could.

"I don't give a shit!" You let yourself boil over for a second, throwing a hand in the air as you stared at him with my eyes wide. "Are you seriously that immature that you needed to talk about my tits to some dick I’ve never met? Do you have no consideration for how I feel about you saying things like that?"

"Y/n, I understand that you like to live life pretending that all the men around you aren't objectifying you, but I can't stand it. If he's looking at you like he wants to bend you over the counter, then I'm going to say something." Ville replied hotly, giving you a look that basically said what do you want me to do about it. "And don't even try to give me a face about it. I know you knew he was doing it."

"Yes, I did know he was doing it. But causing a scene and making me look like an object that you’re battling for doesn’t help." You groaned as you dropped down on the suspiciously unmade bed behind you, raking your fingers through your hair. "The more attention you give someone, the more they’re going to do it."

"So what am I supposed to do, then? Stand there and fucking smile while he takes mental pictures of your tits and ass to jerk it to later?" Ville asked, speaking crudely as he stepped a little further forward so that he was standing directly in front of you. You glared up at him.

"Ville." You didn't need the image of some grimy stoner jacking off to mental pictures of you in your head. "One of you shared a bed with me every night and the other one only knows my name. I don’t understand how you’re worried."

"I'm not worried. You're just mine." He spoke possessively, and a simple glance forward where his crotch was basically right in your face told you what territory this was steadily veering into. "I just don't think he knows that well enough."

"Once again, I'm not a possession. You don't own me between the two of you." You’d reminded him many times how irritating it was when he acted like he was defending his property, and yet he never seemed to listen. He reached down and grabbed your chin roughly between his fingers, that infamous stare trained heavily on you.

"Your pussy is certainly fucking mine. I know he knows that." He said lowly, giving you a look that dared you to say otherwise. You just stared back at him with your lips parted slightly, unable to move your head with how hard he was keeping you in place. He pouted his lips at you just slightly. "You know that, right?"

You didn't speak, just nodded slowly as he let you go enough to do so. You knew that all he was thinking about was the thought of you only being his, and you could tell by the fact that his cock was starting to strain against the fabric of his jeans that it was working. And well, at that.

He let you go then, jaw clenching just for a second before his hand came to the outline of his hard-on in his jeans, rubbing slightly as he eyed you with hungry eyes.

"I have to give Esa credit. You are fucking perfect. Every part of you." He said, reaching out and grabbing your chin to tilt upwards so that you were forced to draw your eyes away from where he was palming himself through his pants. "Lie down."

"Baby, this bed is so gross." You mumbled, motioning to the stained sheets and ripped up comforter that you knew without a doubt had seen some questionable things. He shrugged off his coat then, eyes never leaving yours as he came and laid the expensive pinkish-red leather down beneath you on the mattress.

"There. Now lay the fuck down." He repeated, and you couldn't have physically done so as fast as you wanted to when you watched him slowly move to kneel down to his knees at the end of the end in front of you. "You're not my possession, Y/n, but you are my woman. And no one else gets to fucking have you except for me, understand?"

"Always." You inhaled shakily as his fingers found the buckle of your belt, starting to nimbly undo it as, once again, his eyes never left yours. Once your belt was undone and he had pulled it from the loops of your jeans, he hooked his fingers in your waistband and ripped your jeans right down completely unceremoniously. And, as a result, revealing the incredibly skimpy g-string that you were wearing for when you got home. Or now, apparently.

Ville clearly enjoyed the sight, because he pulled your shirt up to your tits to fully expose your lower half, a low groan leaving his lips as his hands ghosted down your sides before they settled at your hips.

"You are so beautiful, you know that? There's a reason no one can ever take their fucking eyes off of you." He mumbled, leaning forward and beginning to kiss softly at your stomach. You whined softly as you felt him sucking at your skin, and as his lips moved, you could see that he was leaving deep hickeys. He then broke away to pull your underwear low on your hips. "Say you're beautiful."

"What?" It was hard to focus, both because he had gone right back to kissing and sucking low on your stomach while his fingers worked on coaxing your underwear down your legs.

"You heard me. Say it so that you know it as well as I do."

God, you were so fucking in love with him.

"I'm beautiful." You said quietly, fingers lacing themselves gently into his hair as he continued to suck deep marks all over your stomach whilst laving his tongue over each one.

"Good girl. I love you." He bit gently at your skin as he spoke, and you gasped slightly as your grip tightened in his hair at the feeling. At that point arousal had fully kicked in, and all irritation had escaped your mind in favor of desperately craving the feeling of his skin on yours.

"I love you. I need you." You whined, spreading your legs wide where he was laying between them. He had your underwear in his hand, and his mouth on your stomach was so close to where you really wanted him that your clit was aching.

"I'll give you whatever you want, love. All you have to do is ask." He said, and you watched as he pushed your underwear into his back pocket. That was definitely going to cause issues later, but you weren't in the mindset to worry about it now.

"Touch me. In any way. I don't care." You begged, reaching up to slide your foot and then leg over his shoulder as an incentive. He very clearly eyed your pussy as his tongue darted between his lips, and then his hands were quickly at your thighs to hold them open before he was leaning down and licking a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit. You whimpered, hand immediately shooting down to card your fingers through his long, messy hair. "Yeah, just like that."

Ville guided your other leg over his shoulder, groaning with the feeling of your fingers in his hair as he quickly began to suck at your clit, hands on your hips holding you down as you began to roll them with every stroke of his tongue. He wasn't teasing at all by this point, and you knew it was because he was trying to get you as loud as possible. Which, on one end, annoyed you because you didn’t want to embarrass yourself at this party, but on the other end deeply aroused you because you knew he was claiming you. And you would've been lying had you said that you didn't secretly like the idea of that.

"Baby, please. I need you so bad." You wanted him on you, and you wanted him in you. As much as you loved his head between your legs, you were craving the feeling of every inch of his skin on every inch of yours even more. He lifted his head then, your fingers still attached to hair.

"No. I'm not done yet." He said firmly before he was dipping his mouth back to your pussy, tongue swirling in lazy circles against your clit as those intense green eyes stayed trained directly on you. "God, I love your fucking pussy."

Whining in response, your hand that wasn't in his hair gripped at the already-ripped and fading comforter on the bed tightly, your back arching just slightly as he resumed sucking at your clit. Your soft moans were beginning to develop into high-pitched whimpers, and he only held your legs open wider as he licked and sucked sloppily at your clit.

Your head was spinning with pleasure, especially when his grip on your hips started to ache enough for you to know that you’d have bruises to accompany the deep red and purple hickeys that covered your abdomen. He groaned against your pussy as your grip tightened in his hair, the vibration of his voice making you shudder as you felt your orgasm approaching faster and faster.

"I'm not gonna—I can't—" Your voice was a hoarse stutter as you tried to get across that he was pinpointing the spot that made your legs shake way too aggressively for you to hold on for much longer, and all he did in response was look up at you with wicked delight in his eyes. That was exactly what he wanted.

When you came, your legs closed a little less than gently around his head, your hips arching harshly off the bed despite his tight grip on you as you moaned loudly. You would've had half a mind to consider how many people were standing not a foot away from the door that was the only separation, had he not been continuing his assault on your clit through your orgasm. Instead, all you did was whine his name as he pushed your legs right back open.

"No more. Too much." You breathed, hand pressing into his head as his tongue slowed but didn't stop. He then finally moved his head back, his still-entertained eyes eating you alive as his lips moved to kiss wetly at your inner thigh that was still pressed open with his hand.

"Are you starting to remember who you fucking belong to yet?" He spoke as if he was goading the answer out of you, and when you used enough of your depleted strength to lift your head and shoot him a dirty look, he just crawled right up onto the bed and dropped himself onto you with your legs on either side of his hips. When he was face to face with you, he immediately kissed you sloppily, and all you could taste was yourself on his lips as one of his hands moved to rub up your thigh.

"Will you calm down?" Even though you were out of breath and a little empty-headed from your orgasm, you could clearly see the wild possessiveness that had yet to fade from his eyes. His hand tightened on your thigh, and he stared right down at you as he ground his hips against you.

"Right after I fuck this pussy and remind you whose it is." He said pointedly, biting at your hand when you brought it up to push his hair out of both of your faces. You glanced towards the door that looked as if it had been kicked in and shittily repaired a couple of times.

"The door doesn't lock." You fretted, frowning at where you could see the broken lock even from the bed. You knew better to get naked in unlocked rooms that resided in parties for more than a few minutes in order to avoid someone drunkenly barging in with their hand down the person accompanying them's pants. Ville immediately scoffed.

"I don't give a fuck. I want you now." Of course he didn't care. He never did. This was the man that had stared his own friends down and had kept going when you'd been walked in on whilst going at it when you though no one was going to be on HIM's tour bus.

You weren’t going to deny that you wanted him just as much, so all you did was let him go so that he could get up and undo his jeans, waiting until he stood up off you before you readjusted on top of his coat. He quickly kicked his boots off before he had his belt undone and his zipper down, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched you watch him push his jeans down and off. The boots coming off was a sign of how committed he was to this whole situation, and you couldn't help but swallow thickly as he came back towards your open legs.

"I don't want to get anything on your coat." You pointed out, pinching the red leather material and looking up to him with that hint of worry still in your eye. He only raised an eyebrow, climbing back into the bed over you.

"Guess it'll just have to be inside you then, huh?" He crooned, pushing your legs open a little wider as he kneeled between them. "You want my cock?"

"Yes. Need you so bad." You pleaded, wrapping your legs loosely around his waist where he hadn't yet moved from his position in your best attempt to lure him forward and onto you. Or into you. "Please, baby. I can't wait anymore."

He shushed you softly, reaching down to pull you further towards him by your hips before he was shifting onto one arm above you while the other hand pumped his cock a few times. Your eyes stayed glued to him as he did so, your lip bit harshly between your teeth as he positioned himself at your entrance and then pushed in slowly. You gasped at the feeling while he groaned deeply, his arms readjusting to hold himself up where they were resting against the bends of your knees and holding your legs spread open wide.

"Fuck, you take my cock so well. You're such a good girl." Ville breathed against your cheek when his head dropped slightly, the deep baritone of his voice so close to your ear making you full-body shiver. You slipped one of your hands underneath his shirt that had started to ride up to scratch your nails against his back as you let out a stuttered moan when his thrusts began to find a fluid rhythm.

The guest-bed frame was shitty as hell, and it was starting to creak loud enough to make your face heat up a little bit with every forceful roll of Ville's hips. Ville obviously didn't care, and only seemed to fuck you harder at the sound of the moans that fell from you lips with every hit of his cock inside of you.

Your nails were now cemented in his back while your other arm wrapped tightly around his neck as he dipped down to kiss you sloppily. It was all tongue and teeth as he groaned into your mouth, your fingers pulling at his hair to get more where he was basically eating you alive with every kiss he gave you.

"Does that feel good? Hm? You like when I fuck you the right fucking way?" Ville broke away to grunt that against your jaw where his lips had drifted, and all you could do was whimper a yes as you tried to ignore both the creaking and the fact that the metal bed frame was beginning to slam into the wall. He then lifted his head to stare right into your eyes, his face brightened with ecstasy. "Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours." You gasped immediately, arching your back up so that your chests were pressed flush up against each other in order to feel him as close as you could possibly get him. He groaned, thrusting particularly hard and hitting your g-spot for the first time that night.

"Tell me again. Whose is it?" He goaded, pressing wet kisses along your jawline and down to your throat as he leaned into his arms a little more so that your legs were stretched even further. Your eyes were slammed shut, and you had to take a deep breath to even force yourself to form words.

"Yours. Only yours." You repeated, your hand on his shoulder where your arm was wrapped around his neck fisting the material of his shirt tightly as you tried to find some semblance of stability where you had none. Ville crooned against your skin.

"Who?" Him and his fucking games. If he hadn't been fucking you so good into oblivion that you could barely see through the stars clouding your vision, you would've snapped at him for making you repeat yourself so many times. You knew what he wanted, and you also knew exactly how he wanted it.

"Ville." You cried his name as you arched your back a little further, opening your eyes just quick enough to see the satisfaction that flashed on his face at the sound. You knew you were being loud. In fact, you were both being ridiculously loud, but you were too far gone to care.

That was, until you heard a loud banging on the door.

"Hey! Is someone in my room?" Holy shit, that was Esa. You immediately opened your mouth to shout something along the lines of 'fuck off, one second', but you then noticed the smirk on Ville's face about a split-second before his hand was clamping down over your mouth.

"We're done when we're done. Don't fucking say anything." He ordered, not relenting his pace even the slightest bit in the face of the threat of the house owner standing just on the other side of the half-busted door. You pleaded with your eyes for him to let up his game for just a second, because you knew exactly what he was aiming for. And you did not like the idea of some random guy walking in on you getting dicked down within an inch of your life in his bed, no matter how much of an asshole he had been. But Ville gave no sign that he cared.

"Hey! I’m fucking serious! Who’s in there?" The irritation in Esa's voice gave you a pretty good idea of how close he was to opening that door, and you whimpered against the cover of Ville's warm hand. He only moaned as his free hand shifted your hips a little so that he could hit deeper inside you.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

About a second later, the door was open. And Ville still had his hand over your mouth, so all you could do was look fearfully towards the doorway where Esa was standing, and respectively getting a complete, full-body shot of Ville fucking deep inside of you. Ville's head had turned as soon as he heard the door opening, and his face was practically lit up with smug, cocky delight as he presumably made direct eye contact with the man he was in an obvious dick-measuring contest with.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Esa immediately stepped back in disgust, his eyes switching between both of you as he quickly reached back for the doorknob. Ville just let out what you knew was an exaggerated groan, his boasting knowing no bounds as Esa muttered something that sounded like fucking dick before he slammed the door shut.

As soon as he was gone, Ville's hand came off of your mouth, and you literally could not physically help the moan that spilled from your lips the second you were free to use your voice again. You had already been close to finishing, and as much as you hated to admit it, Ville's exhibitionistic act had pushed you much closer in record timing. And he knew it, too.

"Oh, was that good? Did you like that, my love?" He breathed out raggedly, his head dipping before he was kissing you slowly and moving his hand that had been over your mouth back against the bend of your knee as he brought you into your original position. "Cum whenever you want, for being such a good fucking girl."

You were going to fucking marry him someday. Maybe smack him upside the head a couple times before then for his behavior problems, but the fact remained. He was so fucking perfect.

"I'm gonna cum. Oh—so good." You whined, subconsciously wondering if you were hurting him with how deep your nails were in his back but simultaneously too fucked-out to stop yourself. He just shushed you and continued, and then you were cumming, legs shaking and spasming harshly as he fucked your g-spot directly through your orgasm with his lips still brushing against yours.

He came soon after, his moan raising a pitch past his normal voice and making another, post-climax shudder roll through your body as his head dropped to your shoulder and he spilled deep inside of you. He hadn't been lying about finishing in you, and you whimpered at the feeling.

His thrusts went shallow and slow for a while as you both came down from your highs before he finally slowed to a stop, his breathing sharp and heavy in your ear as his back heaved against your hand.

"Fucking hell." He muttered as he lifted his head back up, his eyes that had now gone soft finding yours before he leaned down to kiss you. His kisses were much more gentle now, and he moved a hand up to push your hair away from your forehead and out of your face. "You look so perfect right now."

"I love you." Your voice was so hoarse that your words came out as a whisper, but you knew he heard them, and his lips found your cheek and then your forehead before he was slowly pulling up and off you.

"I love you too. Look. You didn't even get anything on my coat." He praised with a hint of amusement in his eyes, his hand trailing softly across your stomach and hip as he gingerly pulled out of you. You ran your hands over your face in an attempt to bring yourself fully back down to earth, shuddering slightly at the aftershocks of him pulling out before you watched him get off the bed.

"I can't believe you let him come in here." You muttered, holding your feet out as he came back with your underwear and jeans in hand to put them back on. He just scoffed.

"Serves him right. I was just giving him a little reminder." He said stubbornly as he pulled your underwear up and over your hips, holding his hand out afterwards to help you sit up. You just shook your head, a slight laugh that you really couldn't control bubbling up in your chest.

"You are something fucking else, you know that? I can't believe you just stared at him." You smacked his chest lightly as you said it, standing up once he had your jeans up your legs and then combing your fingers through his ridiculously-unruly hair as he buttoned them up.

"Well, you're laughing, so clearly you're not that torn up about it." He pointed out, giving you a knowing look as he finished with your jeans and handed you your belt. "Let's get the fuck out of this shithole so that I can have your ass to myself at home."

"It's not like we can stay now, anyway." No way Esa was going to ever let Ville in his house again after tonight. You accepted his kiss when he leaned into you, resting a hand on his thigh with the hand that wasn’t holding your belt and then grinning when you felt him moan shamelessly into your mouth. "I can't believe people think you're shy."

"I am. You just bring the slut out of me." He defended himself adamantly, motioning pointedly to the now-tighter crotch of his jeans as his point of evidence. He really amazed you sometimes.

"You don't want to wait a minute?" Here he was ready to leave, and he was literally hard. And it was pretty obvious, too. He waved it off, that immaturely unbothered look on his face as he started right for the door.

"I don't care. Esa has to get the full picture of what keeps you coming back for more, eh?" Like you said, immaturely unbothered. You just huffed out an unimpressed sigh and carted him out the door as soon as he pulled it open, trying to ignore that you were walking beside your boyfriend who had a full erection.

He was going to drive you fucking insane someday.

[my-1heart]

Hold my hand

Vil Schoenheit x GN reader

Prompt: “Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me”

Warnings: reader gets shy/flustered easily, reader is physically affectionate (they play with Vil’s hands a lot), and reader falls asleep easily. (Idk if this makes people uncomfortable but just in case)

Entering Pomefiore in the early evening and looking for the dorm leader, was never a good idea. Any student of said dorm would tell you that, as this was the dorm head’s time to spend with his partner

“If you need me, you can relay a request from 6 am to 4:30 pm. Otherwise, you go to Rook.” was what the dorm head declared. No one dared to test this rule of his, for he didn’t just become the head of Pomefiore on a whim.

You would think with such a scary warning, that the beautiful dorm head, was a terrifying being. But if you were to see how he treated his partner, would make you change your opinion almost immediately.

The love and care he gives to them is enough to make one jealous.

To him, they were his world, his reason, and his biggest supporter. Even fighting Rook for that title. And to them, he complemented them perfectly.

That was why, he would leave his duties as dorm head to his vice leader when evening rolled by. That was why he was Vil Schoenheit and not Pomefiore’s Dorm Leader at this moment.

Moments spent with them were special. Even just sitting in silence as they played with his hand, was enough for him.

When they seemed to be enamored playing with his hands, he took this time to admire them. Their features, their gestures, just everything about them.

“Vil? Is there something wrong with my face?” Their voice seemingly lulled him out of his thoughts, as he looked at them and smiled.

“No, no. Nothing is wrong. Nothing about you could be wrong, my dear.” He answered them, words dipped with care and adoration.

Letting out a hum, they continued their ministrations with his hand.

Playing with it meant moving their hand all around his. Holding it, drawing shapes on it, kissing it, just any gentle gesture you could think of. The care that went into playing with his hand, had his heart melting.

“Hey Vil, I just noticed something.” They exclaimed, as they looked up at him with a smile.

“What might that be, dear?” He asked.

“Our hands! Look! They fit together so perfectly! Like they were made for each other!” They gushed, as they held both hands up towards his face.

“You think so? Maybe it was meant to be then.” He replied, admiring how they flushed just a bit from his response.

That was another thing that intrigued him about them, how they acted when someone caused them to fluster.

Unlike many others, who start to get a bit defensive, they’d get quiet and shyly go back to what they were doing before hand.

Which was exactly what they were doing, except now they were sitting between his legs. Perhaps this was their way of hiding their face, but no matter, Vil still found it adorable either way.

Sitting in silence, again, gave Vil the opportunity to plan things for the both of them to do later on. But his train of thought would be interrupted by a sudden weight leaning onto his chest.

Leaning his head just a bit forward, he could see that [name] had fallen asleep. Perhaps the silence was a little too soothing sometimes, he thought as he let out a quiet laugh.

Pulling their body closer to him, Vil was now holding them from behind as they slept leaning on him. Finding his hand still in their’s, he held it up towards his face and kissed their hand.

“You’re right, darling. Your hand fits perfectly in mine, like it was made for me.” He whispered, before leaving one last kiss and letting them continue to sleep.

June 21, 2022 3:49 pm

- I made this piece awhile back for my friend to read as we both were exchanging pieces to the same prompt and I really liked this one so here you go <3

Also I’ve been thinking about making a tag list on my posts since I don’t post often, perhaps a tag list would be helpful?

[taleasnewastime]

hi!!! i'm a sucker for single mom!yn fics so what if i love you too much was such an amazing read! thank you for writing and sharing it 🥺 idk if ur requests are still open so if it's closed, feel free to ignore this! may i request a wiilytm drabble where it's jk who's a bit insecure this time? maybe yn has been hanging out with a dad from zac's school/playgroup lately bc they bond over their shared struggles of being a single parent? no pressure tho 😅👉👈 tysm!!

Of course you can request! Thanks for reading and requesting, happy to know you enjoyed :)

Word count: 830

Warnings: Jungkook is insecure this time, think that's it..?

“Hey, Charlie.”

Jungkook looks up from his phone to see the man who must be Charlie waving at you. When his eyes go to you, you’re gently smiling at the man. You don’t look at Jungkook, he assumes you must not realise he’s looking at you.

He goes back to his phone, finishes typing the message before pressing send. There’s a weird feeling in his chest when he slips his phone away and realises the man’s now stood a lot closer.

“I never said thanks for that recipe,” he says, eyes solely on you. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Luke eat so many veggies before.”

Your face lights up at the news. “I’m so happy it helped. I have more if you want them?”

“Yeah, I’d love that. Text them over?”

“Sure.”

“And how’s Zac’s sleeping now? Any better?”

There’s a frown between Jungkook’s eyes as he looks at you. Still focused on the man you don’t see Jungkook’s concern. But that’s what he feels because you’d not told him Zac was struggling to sleep.

“It’s better,” you tell the man. “Still waking up at 5, which is killer.”

“Oh, I remember,” you both share a knowing laugh, something Jungkook can’t join in on.

“I manage to persuade him into my bed for an extra hour most mornings though.”

The man, Charlie nods and then flicks his eyes to Jungkook as if only just realising he’s stood there. You follow his line of sight as if wondering what caused the expression.

“Oh, sorry,” you laugh, Jungkook’s not sure if you’re apologising to him or Charlie. “This is Jungkook.”

“Oh,” Charlie extends a hand that Jungkook grasps in a brief shake. “Does your child go here too?”

Jungkook doesn’t have time to even feel embarrassed let alone respond as you’re giving an awkward laugh on his behalf. Dropping Charlies hand the frown returns to his face as he looks at you.

“Jungkook’s just here to help me with the school run.”

Charlies eyes flash between the two of you before he makes a noise of understanding, his eyes lighting up in the process. “Still to learn the joys of children then?”

“Something like that,” Jungkook tries for the same light tone Charlie uses but it comes out as more of a grumble. He doesn’t miss the confused look you shoot him.

“Well I’ll leave you to it. They’ll be out any minute I’m sure,” he starts to twist to go. “Nice to meet you Jungkook. And Y/N, don’t forget those recipes.”

You barely nod at him, your focus now on Jungkook. The roles reversed, Jungkook is now the one staring off after Charlie, trying to hide his emotions.

It’s not that he’s jealous, at least not in the way people might assume. No, he feels jealous of your shared situation. Charlie can talk to you about something that Jungkook could only pretend to relate to. Because he may have a basic understanding of what it is to have a child but dating you has only made him realise how little he understood. Children are a full-time job, there’s joy there but there’s also so much work and hardship.

He's jealous of Charlie being able to so easily talk to you about it. He’s jealous that you told Charlie about Zac struggling to sleep and yet he had no idea.

He hates that you might be holding things back from him. Hates that you might not want to worry him with things or be protecting him from some of the hardships.

A warm hand slips into his, drawing his attention from the near distance to you.

“Zac’s going to be so excited to see you,” you say softly.

He hates the concern on your face that’s been caused by him. He tries to soften his own features if only to try and lessen your worries. It doesn’t seem to help.

“Charlie’s just another dad. He’s a single parent too and we met at one of the –”

A soft squeeze of your hand is all it takes to get you to stop talking.

“Zac’s struggling to sleep?”

Your shoulders visibly relax in understanding. “He’s better now.”

“But he was struggling?” The questions rhetorical but you still nod your head a little. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was before we were serious,” there’s a small pause and then you’re filling the silence. “Plus, it’s nothing. I don’t want to worry you.”

“I know. And you don’t have to tell me everything, but I also want to know everything,” he lifts a hand to your cheek, not caring that you’re stood in a nursery playground as he gently touches your lips with his. “I want to know all the small bits if you want to tell me them.”

You nod again, smaller than before with your heads so close. Your lips curve at the edges as you lean in for one last kiss before fully pulling away. It’s confirmation enough to make Jungkook’s heart a little lighter.

[unhappytimeleaper]

I love love your Eichi works, but one thing I wondered while reading through them. Why would Eichi take an interest in his darling? What kind of person would capture him? What was the start of it all? 

requested by @diarykeeper

Word Count: 1,000+

In general, I’m going to be editing my writing list here soon/making new separate posts regarding character lists, and along with that, I started working on my own yandere profiles/summary sheets that I’ve seen some other creators make for their own works. My goal is to try to eventually get what I have in my out, which is nearly all Enstars and one twisted— which isn’t bad— it’s just my list will likely be changing soon. Enstars will stay; don’t worry, though. 

P.s. if you have a character you like as a yandere and you see something like this and think, ‘Oh, they aren’t describing me at all,’ who cares? I say this with positivity. Stuff like this is meant for fun, for indulgence, and enjoyment, and while I like writing the analysis side of things, don’t take it overly serious. Enjoy the characters you like and how you want. I’m only saying this cause I had someone who said they get upset when people mischaracterize characters different from how they perceive them??

Tenshouin Eichi; Unedited. Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings; what? Fairly normal Eichi? No. It just doesn’t go into many detailed warnings. Overall just keep in mind this is still yandere content; mentions of jealousy and very subtle mentions of manipulation. 

This blog is 17+ please have your age in your bio or tagged; any ageless blog and below the age asked for will be blocked at the end of the week.

I’d say there are three main things, and really two are more general factors in someone’s life, while one can manifest in a variety of personalities in different ways. While there are some whose specific traits in someone might drive them, Eichi comes off as more of a slow burn who becomes interested in others, not in personality but in different ways that can draw him to you, which leads to establishing a connection based on your own sense of self. 

I’ll start with the general factor since this is probably the most out of your control/lack of personality traits. For one, Eichi has always been a very jealous person. He’s envious of so many things; fundamentally, look at the start of his relationship with Wataru for proof. Eichi was jealous, envious of what Wataru could have that he didn’t, even if there was admiration underneath. Eichi ironically mentions how he wants to step down from power, from the over looming presence he has in the industry but coming from such an affluent background and being a pillar in the industry— not only as a performer but as a business executive. Everything you have, everything you do essentially can be put up in the eyes of Eichi, which gives him a lot to feel envious of. Your closeness with other idols and staff, even more, if you aren’t as involved with Fine. Eichi might not regret his actions, but if it’s so easy for you to seamlessly get along with others without the need for manipulation and control, he’d likely become more invested in you. Getting closer and, in turn, building up those key blocks that he eventually uses against you once unlocking his feelings. 

Similarly, this could be applied to other things like having closeness to your family or, in some cases, a found family; Eichi states his family is not loving. He’s even to an extent disgusted by them so openly being able to see factors of how you might have a positive relationship with people in your family; parents or siblings creates a jealousy that, for some reason, draws him in. Alternatively, a found family is no exclusion if you aren’t on or don’t have the ability to connect with your family; it’s just the compassion and love without expectation he has rooted envy of that brings him closer. 

Just consider the ideal Eichi notes of how he’s been someone who’s lived ‘standing alone’ his whole life, comparatively to someone who maybe it’s only recently, but does have strong support or foundations in others as one thing that would draw him in. You can take this for many different things as long as it’s somewhat public within the company, which would cause Eichi to get involved, which would be an easier way to get to know your personality and cause the events of his behaviors to increase. 

So that’s one way to get him close; in terms of more defining traits, Eichi isn’t someone with a bleeding heart [at least not in the sense of overtly sympathetic]. However, he does tend to have a soft spot for those who also tend to struggle with sickness or other issues. We see this in his relationship with Chiaki and Leo, people who have struggled with various forms of sickness have brought them closer. If it’s a chronic illness or some form of mental health issues— someone who gets common colds or even says something that might only affect once and awhile like allergies, Eichi instinctually finds it easier to bond with those who can have similar life experiences. 

None of this is to say he sees it as babying or that it necessarily makes you weaker. Look at him, how he’s well aware of his limitations but has turned those into his strengths. Something like this isn’t a major make or break factor, but this does lead to a much more common segway to see him and converse that would establish a bond over time to use your specific personality to interest him. 

So the last reason, as I mentioned, can manifest in different ways. What I mean is someone can be loud and brash in how they choose to handle situations they feel passionate about, just as much as someone might be quiet, logical, and reserved in their actions for the same outcome. In this case we might consider these polar opposites, so what could make both or anything in between draw in Eichi? The answer is that it’s someone with passion and a fighting spirit for what they want to see a difference in especially if this comes to the industry. 

Eichi, more than anything, mentions how he wants a playmate. He wants a challenge, someone who can counter and entertain him. I’m not sure how many people know this, but Eichi mentions how he specially worked to groom Anzu into being someone he considered a worthy enemy, someone who could challenge his structure and power ideals. It’s something that likely would continue to draw his eye, someone who he knows can fight his yandere tendencies and, despite being a partner, be a foil to his ideals. Of course, he works to always be one step ahead and have the upper hand, which is reasonably easy for him, but that doesn’t change the fact that he likes an intelligent ‘rival’. 

Being able to counter him doesn’t need to be in a specific way; someone might be much more quick to handle a challenge he throws at them or verbally be loud when calling out specific actions of his. But this doesn’t mean someone who is willing to lose or forfeit some of these challenges for a more significant victory doesn’t entice him more in either as an idea of being the counterbalance to him. As long as you have somewhat of a fighting spirit for what you think is right in the industry and within the relationship that he can shape into what he wants, then it doesn’t matter in what ways it truly shows. 

[laf-outloud]

//Oh, I don't think it's all on the AAs. In fact, Jensen rarely interacts with them. I think there are plenty of people(mainly the SPN extras, including a few SPN crew), who've boosted his already-present ego by sucking up to him thinking he can get them places in the business. //

What I don't understand is why. Why did so many of the extras and crew (Set design guy, singer, etc) have such a boner for Jensen? I admit he has charm when he wants to. Hell, I started off the show preferring Dean and Jensen, but what I’ve enjoyed is going back through episodes and watching how Jared improves and grows as an actor. I love watching Sam now and find Jared captivating at times, and I find it infuriating how often Jared is blurry in the background in later seasons. Similarly, with cons, I used to love listening to Jensen, but as I really listened, and saw more cons, I realized that he spends most of his time humble-bragging or just bragging-bragging. Jared is the more engaging one, the one who can handle a crowd on his own, the one who cares (as much as a stranger can care about people they meet for seconds), the one who doesn’t talk himself up constantly. Why do so many fans not see this? Or are they just shallow and don’t care? Or they are jealous because the need Jensen to be the "special" one? If so, why?

Partly, it could be Jensen’s looks that get him a pass, but it’s Hollywood, and most people are attractive. Jared is attractive, and he works at maintaining a good physique on top of it. Jensen had some great acting moments as Dean and can really tug at the heart strings, but Jared has range and is a smart actor. Is it just the "flashiness" of the rogue type character that Jensen usually plays that appeals to people?

Obviously, the greater industry knows what’s up, or at least they put huge stalk in actors with first billing, because Jared was the one who got the job offer before his show even ended. Jared was practically wooed into joining Walker because they wanted him so bad. If other industry people value Jared so highly, what the hell is wrong with so many people on Supernatural that they downplay his impact, talent, and intelligence? They constantly write him off. It’s so frustrating! Is Jensen just an incredible suck-up?

I’m so sorry for how long this got. It didn’t start as a rant., I swear.

No worries, anon. I'm long-winded myself so I often find my short posts turning into Tumblr essays.

I think you nailed part of it on the head with your last question: Is Jensen just an incredible suck-up? He's mentioned in the past about being grateful Jared had top billing because that meant Jared had all the responsibility, and if there was an issue, he'd get Jared to address it while he lurked in the background. And you mentioned Jensen's charm. Even fans who aren't so keen on him have mentioned that it's vey disarming when he turns it on. But I think the main draw is that he's more accessible than Jared. Jensen's 'star power' is much closer to the cast and crew who hang on to him. Jared's just out of their league.

There's also the idea other bloggers have tossed around that the crew didn't think Jared was as reliable due to his mental health issues and were worried that his issues would cause them to lose their job. Obviously, it didn't happen for more seasons than most shows get, but I think Jared was the one who decided to end SPN which likely created resentment for those using SPN as their money train.

But for those actors who already had careers outside of SPN, Jared's been very welcoming because he knows they'll appreciate the work without trying to use him for their own gain.

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Decided to post the last two chapters of The Teenage Mutant Phantom of the Opera early! Enjoy!

Chapter 8.

@daboyau

Donnie throws himself into gaining information on days that he doesn’t have performances.

He has to sneak into the Hidden City library in order to do since he got banned for having too many overdue books, but nonetheless he still does so.

His main focus is the theatre itself.

When he told Usagi that he wouldn’t fill him in until he had proof it wasn’t really because he wanted to be sure, he just knew what he’d say.

Donnie has grown very fond of Usagi in the time they’ve spent together. Telling him his friend is probably a crazy, revenge seeking homeless orphan might make him upset.

The costume getting messed up clued Donnie in on the fact that the glaring he’s been feeling aimed at him is probably Leo’s doing.

He doesn’t leave the theatre because he lives there.

That’s the most likely explanation anyways.

He’s watching them and clearly getting jealous that Usagi is able to interact with Donnie a lot more than he is with him.

Despite how sure he is about it all, Donnie still wants tangible evidence before he gets to work in getting Leo going back home with him.

On one of the days off from performing, he looks into the previous owners of the theatre. It’s a short list, just the person who built it.

It was built 13 years ago after the original building exploded.

A laboratory.

He can hardly believe what he’s reading.

It all makes perfect sense.

His father must have escaped from the lab with them and accidentally left Leo behind to be found and raised by the creator of the theatre.

It brings about the question of why it’s owned now by a renting company instead of Leo’s guardian.

The answer, as he finds, is that she died five years ago.

He feels like such a terrible person for being excited that Leo wouldn’t be taken away from some other family.

It makes it a lot easier to be able to bring him home.

The next things he looks into is the blueprint of the building. There’s several inconsistencies on it, areas that have more room than they should if nothing is built in there.

There has to be secret pathways or rooms that Leo’s been using to hide in while there’s people around.

He just needs to find them and get a picture of proof that someone lives there and he can tell Usagi everything.

Then, after that, Usagi can help sway Leo to stop acting absolutely insane and see reason.

If that doesn’t work then a cattle prod and a mutant turtle sized bag will also do the trick.

He’ll need to search for the rooms during performance days to be safe. He’s already trying to get rid of him when there’s people around, finding his secrets all alone might cause him to disappear.

There’s no way he can let that happen, he can just imagine the way Mikey would draw his missing posters instead of using a real photo.

It’s as sad of a thought as it is frustrating to know he’d avoid using technology.

Donnie starts searching before every performance while using his days off to study what Leo has done to other people in the past as the phantom.

This allows him to avoid falling backdrops, cut through floorboards, broken sharp props, and another sandbag.

That one seemed lazy considering he used that already.

He can feel the anger brewing behind the scenes of each of these attacks but it doesn’t deter him in the slightest.

It’s definitely been getting to Usagi though.

Every near miss has been building up his fears and suspicion.

He approaches him after a performance where Donnie almost got taken out by a pillar that fell towards him.

“Donnie, this is getting way too out of hand. I’m worried that you’re going to get really hurt.”

“You should stop worrying. I’ve dodged everything so far and I’m close to being able to tell you what I’ve found out.” Donnie smiles at him proudly.

Usagi frowns and holds onto his own arm.

“I think I know it already.”

“You do?” Donnie raise an eyebrow.

Usagi sighs.

“Leo is the phantom. He’s getting revenge because he thinks we both messed up things for him on purpose. I didn’t want to believe it, but it’s way too much of a coincidence that you’re being targeted. I don’t know why he isn’t coming after me too, but there’s no other suspects.”

Donnie realizes Usagi isn’t aware of either of either of their feelings towards him. That makes him feel a little better since he thought he was just purposely avoiding addressing it.

“Regardless of if that is true or not, I’m still fine no matter what the phantom does. I only need a little longer anyways to get my evidence.”

“No, I can’t let it go on like this. It’s not right. If he is doing this then he has to come back here sometime and when he does I’m going to tell him that if he doesn’t stop, we can’t be-“

Donnie quickly covers his mouth with his hand and leans in.

“Not here. Let’s go to Run of the Mill.”

Usagi stares at him in surprise until Donnie pulls himself away in embarrassment.

“I am…..never doing that again, but what I said still stands.”

Usagi is completely confused but leaves with Donnie anyways.

From up above, Leo is filled with a severe case of the Caine instinct.

At the restaurant, Usagi and Donnie sit across from each other while waiting for their pizzas.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to avoid saying anything bad about Leo or even considering leaving him alone while we’re at the theatre.”

“You think he was listening in?“

“I have no doubt at this point.”

Usagi crosses his arms over his chest.

“I can’t believe how wrong I was about him.”

“Look, if I’m not taking the murder attempts personally you shouldn’t either.”

“Why aren’t you?”

“Because as attempts on my life go his have been pretty tame.”

Usagi moves his arms, placing his elbows on the table and putting his hands over his mouth and nose almost like he’s praying.

“I’m stuck between asking why there have been ones before this out of politeness while also knowing how close both that barista and I were to it.”

Donnie’s face heats up slightly.

Cute but mean, how his heart betrays him.

“I’m going to just cut to the chase. You will mess up my plan to take my brother home if he thinks you hate him.”

Usagi moves his hands away and looks down in guilt.

“I don’t hate him. I just hate what he’s doing.”

“Frankly if I was alone for 5 years I probably would have done the same thing.”

Usagi’s eyes snap back up.

“Excuse me?”

Donnie’s eyes dart away.

“Did you ever notice that Hueso is a skeleton named bone?”

“Donnie!”

Donnie sighs and looks back at him.

“Okay okay, I’ll fill you in just a little. I’m still finding evidence to prove things, but here’s my speculation.“ He explains what he learned days ago.

Usagi messes with his hands awkwardly.

“I knew he lost someone, but I never thought…..if you’re right, then he needs help. He has to leave the theatre for that time happen.”

Donnie smirks.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been intending to make him do, as you you shouldn’t know by now. I believe I’m close.”

“Is there anything else I can do to help?”

“Once I find his room, Leo will no doubt come after me. He’ll be so angry that he’ll show himself again. I need him to be even angrier so he shows himself to everyone though.”

“Why?”

“It’ll back him into enough of a corner where the theatre isn’t safe anymore. He’ll be at the maximum amount of anger which will make him make mistakes. It’ll be the perfect time to strike.”

“Where do I come in with that plan?”

Donnie whispers his idea to him, making Usagi’s eyes widen.

“If….if that’s what I have to do to make sure you’re both okay, I will.”

Donnie smiles.

“I have high confidence it’ll work.”

Hueso places their pizzas on the table.

“Ugh, I still can’t believe you like pineapple pizza.” Donnie looks at Usagi’s order in disgust.

“I know you have pineapple scented chapstick!”

“There’s a huge difference between smell and texture.”

Usagi glances down at the squirming toppings on Donnie’s pizza.

“Right….”

They eat and talk together, then say goodbye when they leave the restaurant afterwards.

The day after next, Donnie presses his hands against the wall that the blueprint says should hold nothing.

Another day of performance is another opportunity.

He’s hoping to find some kind of crack or opening to get a grip on.

It’s possible that Leo never uses the actual latch to get in and just relies on his portals so it might be even less obvious.

“Come on…..what’s that thing Mikey says when he really wants something? Oh universe, if this is meant to be, please let me find how to open this door.”

Mikey always mentioned saying it out loud speaks it into existence and the meant to be part makes him feel better if it doesn’t happen.

Donnie remembers how often he’d be in the shrine room saying that phrase about finding their brother.

Ironic that it was Mikey’s doing that led him here.

As illogical as it might be that is also why he’s trying this method. If it worked witch something as unlikely as this then maybe-

His hand finally catches on something.

One point for the universe.

He slides the wall open to a pitch black room.

Creepy.

He pulls out his phone and turns on the flashlight before going inside.

It’s clear that he finally found the main room Leo has been using.

There’s plenty of furniture, a filled trash can, plenty of sheet music, and tons of play pages.

His light then shines on a wall and he freezes.

An entire wall of rabbit pictures that were drawn on to make them look like Usagi.

The situation is more critical than he previously thought.

Would he hurt Usagi?

He needs to get back before something happens.

First though, he rips off some of the rabbit photos and leaves the door open before rushing off back to Usagi.

“Did you find anything?” Usagi asks as he sees him.

“I definitely found…..something. He is for sure living here.”

“Then we do what we talked about.”

Donnie clicks his tongue.

“Agree, but….”

“But what?”

“I think you deserve to know, but before I show you, you have to promise to stay calm.”

“I promise.”

Donnie hesitantly hands over one of the pictures

Usagi takes it and his ears droop in a mix of fear and shock.

“N-Now I see why you said that.”

“I know this is messed up, but he’s not in a right state of mind.”

Usagi stares at the picture more before folding it up and leaving it on a nearby table.

“This…..just proves he needs help…..I’m going to need some time away from him when this is over though.”

“I don’t blame you. I’ll take care of him in the meanwhile.” Donnie insists.

Usagi takes a breath.

“Thank you. For everything. I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here. I really appreciate you, Donnie.”

Donnie’s heart beats fast, especially knowing what they’re about to do.

“I promise that nothing is going to happen to you as long as I’m around.”

Usagi smiles and holds out his hand.

“Does that means you’re ready?”

Donnie quickly wipes his palm on his pant leg and then takes his hand.

“Absolutely.”

They can both feel some sense of being watched with intent as they make their way together.

The opera goes on as normal until a scene that normally just ends with them holding each other takes a turn.

Audience members gasp as they see them kiss.

It takes another turn.

Leo drops down besides them and tackles Donnie to the ground.

“I’m going to make you wish you were never mutated.”

[kenthenugget]

I hate Spiteful Artists (RANT)

The following is a slightly retooled repost of a post I made to the Tapas Forums over a year ago, and I wanted to share it here because I feel its an important message to get across.

As artists, we all have shitty days. Sometimes we have moments where he hate our artwork and might compare ourselves to others. This is natural and there's nothing wrong with that. As long as you're able to calm yourself down and don't let your negative emotions control you and your way of thinking, you'll be okay. 

However, I draw the line at people who constantly bitch and moan about it, ignore any advice and lash out those they're jealous of.

I had a friend back in 2019 to mid 2021 (for the sake of simplicity, I’ll refer to him by the name ‘Jay’. Its not his real name but as he includes his name in is social media branding, I dont want people sending hate his way since I dont want anything to do with him. I would say I also wouldnt want him finding this rant which I was admittedly afraid of but at this point, I don't really care) who felt insecure about his art and would show signs of jealousy towards those he thought were better than him. And often times, the targets of Jay’s jealousy would be his friends. The first few times it happened, I refuted his negative thinking and tried to encourage him. He would calm down and be like "you're right", only for it to happen again. Eventually, this habit of getting jealous of his friends and lashing out at them would be turned over to me. Jay wanted to draw in the Disney style and didn't like his current style and thought it was, in his words, "shit". So when someone like me, who's style was closer to replicating Disney's, who was an earshot away.... you can guess where I'm going with this.

I cant count the many times he would lash out at me, or delete art I'd post in a server we were in because he felt insecure, or give me the cold shoulder out of nowhere when I wanted to share a drawing. I'm not going to sit here and say that there was nothing wrong with our friendship prior and that both of us weren't guilty (In hindsight, I realize there was a lot wrong with Jay that I, for the most part, looked over because we were friends, and which went beyond jealousy but I wont go into those details), but I can safely say that this aspect of his and the moment he turned his aggression onto me was beginning of the end of our friendship. I slowly became fed up with Jay’s behavior but I held out hoping it could get better, because I was the type of bastard who thought deep down everyone had some good in them (Note: I still do despite this situation. I just know now that sometimes, people just refuse to change). It never did, and we stopped being friends come May. In all honesty, I'm surprised I lasted that long but I should've left earlier when I had the chance.

Like I said, there were moments where he stopped this bullshit by calming down, drawing ocs and then he was back to liking his art again. But that wouldn't last for long and he'd usually be back to hating his art and lashing out people again in a few weeks or so. Sometimes days. Again, I'm not saying that jealousy isn't normal and if you get jealous your a bad person. It's a natural thing to experience it and heck I've been had bits of jealousy countless times. But you can't let it control you, that's the thing. You shouldn't let it control your way of thinking and led cloud your judgement. And you can absolutely the fuck not lash out at people because your mind told you they did you wrong for being better than your or some shit, especially to your friends! Yes, there will be times where you slip up but its on you to not let that shit happen again. That's what it means to say sorry. It's "not a get out of jail" free card! You have to actually mean it! You shouldn't expect your friends to deal with your toxic behavior, because you're eventually going to push them away. People have breaking points and no one's going to help you if you're unwilling to help yourself.

Also if you dont feel your artwork is good enough, spewing your toxic bullshit at people isnt going to help. If you want to be good at anything, you have to put in the effort and work hard at it! You wont get good by being a whiny little shit. I wasn't going to get anywhere that attitude when I was 14. I wanted to a be a good artist but I wasn't good drawing. So I spent the past 5 plus years practicing and drawing everyday and it's payed off. Sure, I'm not perfect and there are people out there who are better artists than me. But I cant let that fact detour me and neither should you. You need to have a positive mindset of wanting improve, wanting to get better at something, wanting to become stronger than you are now. No one's telling you can't do it. The only one that's telling you that you're not good and that you'll never improve is you.

And, this may sounds cold, but if you don't see any improvement despite drawing everyday and get angry about, you should just quit. If drawing art makes you so mad that you lash out at others and tell them to "fuck off" (something he actually said to me during one his episodes) when they genuinely want to help you out, why are you still drawing? Try another hobby that you're passionate about. If you're going to have this attitude about drawing, maybe you shouldn't have started drawing in the first place.

And you know what's the funny thing about all of this? Jay wasn't a bad artist. His art was a okay, not terrible nor great, but there was room for improvement. As long as he studied anatomy, perspective, flow, composition, etc, he'll be a damn good artist. He most likely wont able to draw in the Disney style but that's something he has to deal with. However, I don't think that will happen if he doesn't stop the cycle of inferiority, jealousy, and feeling better by drawing ocs, he's not going anywhere. I told him something akin to this but I don't think he listened, so I dont think he will change his ways (I could be, and I hope, Im wrong). If he doesn't get his behavior under control, its going to catch up with him in a really bad way. At some point, Jay's going to hit a brick wall and push away all of the remaining people who got fed up with his bullshit. And by that point, drawing his ocs wont save him this time.

The inspiration of this rant came from a situation that happened shortly before the tapas forum post in September 2021. I encountered someone similar to Jay on a discord server who basically had a meltdown about how much his art sucked and lashed out anyone who tried to help.  They ended up getting banned for toxic behavior and rightfully so.

I feel like I sorta went off the deep end with this discussion but I think you should take this lesson from it. If you're feeling self conscious about your artwork, don't let your insecurities take hold of you and lash out at your piers. I believe that everyone has the protentional to do be great, not just in art, but in general. But are you going to strive to be better or are you going to wallow in negativity and let that hatred turn you into a monster?

[thezfc]

<OLLA was a tiny movie that wasn’t going to get seen anyway, but clashes with the director (caught on film) may not have served him. Crimson Peak’s promo was botched>

This is intriguing, I’d never heard of him having any clashes with directors. Pls can you elaborate? Also what about CP promo was botched in your opinion? Again, I know nothing about that really but v curious.

I’ve often wondered if he’s a bit jealous of Cumberbatch, Hemsworth etc. I wonder even if he feels a bit annoyed watching his female costars succeed - sometimes it feels like Jessica Chastain is in everything, for example, Olivia Coleman, Cate Blanchett etc (although latter two are a bit older than him I think) - these women have had so many roles! In many of the comparisons he could draw amongst his contemporaries, he has as much (if not more) talent and looks and yet has not had quite the same success. It must be hugely frustrating for him - as you say, he’s had a fair few cracks at breaking into that next level of fame and not quite had it land. Luck does have a part to play and even though he has been luckier than most he must have moments where he feels hard done by.

I only saw Ragnarok for the first time the other day and it did remind me how great he is. He brings so much to that character, oozes charisma and excitement, has relatively few scenes / lines but makes them count. I’d love to see him in more stuff… fingers crossed! Just look at Jeremy irons, Ian mckellen etc… at least acting you can still keep working if you want to and get some incredible roles later in life if you’re talented so there’s acres of time left for Tom if he wants it. He probably has enough time to fit in one or two more personality overhauls too, come to think of it… what should the next one be do you think?

I don’t know why that thing with the Director gets brought up ever. I’ve seen the video and you don’t even see who he’s talking to and they’re just sort of having a discussion about how a scene should go, it wasn’t a “clash” people have blown out of proportion- hardly anyone saw that, he had a great relationship with Jim Jarmusch and it was 10 years ago!

What the anon meant about Crimson Peak is that it was marketed as a horror movie instead of a Gothic romance so a lot of people didn’t go see it because they didn’t want a scary horror movie but that’s really not what it was. So it didn’t get the audience. It deserved.

[glynlustyn]

So uh. I got extremely wordy because I got started and now I can’t shut up, so here’s more thoughts and feelings about my journey with sex and relationships and how things are with Dwayne...if anyone is interested in reading anyways.

In the past I’d always been afraid of people not seeing me. The real me, the person, the thoughts and feelings, the soul inhabiting the vessel. I’ve always been paranoid of just being a pretty face and a good body, of only ever drawing that surface level attraction from people. Lust, but never love.

I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, and over the years it grew to be more and more hopeless, especially as my ex did nothing but use and violate my body for his own pleasure and display of power and dominance for the few years we were together.

That abuse stuck with me, compounded my fears about how I was perceived. Always suspicious that anyone that showed interest in me just wanted my body and didn’t care about me, just their own pleasure.

After being with Dwayne...it honestly still took a little while for me to start thinking differently. To start thinking that maybe people do actually want to get to know me and it’s me that was pushing them away and erecting walls out of fear and a desire to protect myself.

I’ve come to realize and understand that actually, it’s okay for people to want to lust after me. I know I have problems with self-confidence and low self-esteem, but wanting to fuck people you’re sexually attracted to is value neutral. It’s not a bad thing and no one’s taking anything away from me or hurting me if that’s all they want.

I’ve never had this many people interested in me at the same time and honestly? I’m having so much fun! It feels really nice! There’s nothing wrong with embracing how it makes me feel! I feel a lot more at ease with myself, more out of my shell. 

But they’re also not only seeing the physical me, they’re actually getting to know me, and that’s helping a lot too.

But back to Dwayne, who’s honestly the catalyst for all of this, and this post before I went on a tangent there...

Despite going against my gut, my instinct, my better judgement when it told me I shouldn’t get together with my ex there were still things about him I found attractive and alluring. He was good looking, he had money and power, he wanted me. I liked his fashion. When the sex was still good it was thrilling, the things we did, the power play and dynamic. It was my first time playing with BDSM and it was exciting.

But there was no compassion. No kindness. No tenderness. He was just cold. Only wanted me for himself. He was jealous and controlling. Didn’t like me being out with friends, tolerated me being with family. My body belonged to him, existed for his pleasure only.

The things I were attracted to in him I’m also attracted to in Dwayne, I’ll admit. I am attracted to his position and power, his wealth, but not because I want those things for my own; I don’t, they’re just sexy as fuck to me. But Dwayne treats me entirely differently.

I feel love. I feel compassion, care, tenderness. I feel his lust for me and the way he looks at me fills me with fire. When he talks about me being his toy or plaything, how he wants to use and fill my holes and make me his airheaded cum drunk himbo, things that would have scared me before it just turns me on now. They did scare me with him too at first, but we always talked about it, and I can look beyond the words and the lust and I understand that though that might be the language we’re using what we’re actually saying and doing is sharing our bodies with each other.

It’s taken me a long time to figure that out, to put a word to it. We share ourselves with each other. We support each other. We’re not jealous, it’s been so fun watching him flirt and go off with other people and I can do the same and there’s no issue at all between us about it.

I just...all this was to say that I’m not afraid of him. I’m so happy I’ve been able to reclaim my body and share it with him, thanks to him. That now in my mind there is no difference between ‘making love’ and fucking; every act of sexual pleasure between us is an expression of love, my love, and my devotion to him as both a god and my lover, and it’s so, so much fun than I ever thought it could be.

[longeyelashedtragedy]

all or nothing episode 1: stream of consciousness comments

-not 30 seconds in and mikel is darting around in his all black outfit and Legs and dropping f bombs

-THE EMIRATES LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL WHO WANTS TO TAKE ME THERE 😭

-omg that cut from invincibles era to yakety sax fails in front of goal...ouch

-”as a manager you’re gonna be under pressure you’re gonna be questioned, but i’m ready for the fight”

-omg laca celebrating...my heart

-auba’s gold car....he and laca broing out

-”if you step to take the penalty, that’s a hero for me” thierry henry making me cry about baby b

-i want to talk to bukayo saka every single day

-babeys eating together!

-mikel’s office....does he have a little private patio outside? (also i like his backpack)

-mikel crossing himself THE LESS SAID THE BETTER OH BOY

-brentford fans clapping for B 🥺

-mikel’s grey sweater black pants and backpack getting out of his mercedes look...o hey

-(jealous of any country where you can wear a whole ass sweater and long pants in AUGUST)

-they had subtitles on ben white talking hjklsjgskfjsjfg

-the height difference between mikel and jo$h kroenke took me by Surprise

-mikel being like “the tsunami is coming 😁 the dark clouds are coming for me 😁🥲”

-aaron saying that when you’re a keeper you can be “dopey, a joker, stuff like that” shithouse king of my heart

-was that aaron’s mom kissing him when he signed his contract? i am dying

-where is gR A N IT

-oh there he is!!!  i fuckin love how suck-uppy he looks whenever mikel is speaking holy lord what a boyfriend what a couple

-”i know how hard you fucking try” listen i’ve never found spanish accents to be particularly s*xy but i might make the exception for mikel saying ‘fucking’

-granit giving shirtless advice at the half of the chelsea game...FUTURE MANAGER

-WAIT AND THEN MIKEL TELLS THE TEAM THE SAME THING 2 SECONDS LATER I’M 

-granit has such a fucking presence i’m

-these shots of them on the plane to manchester are really aesthetically beautiful? cold and stark and sad but with a weird warmth too

-O boy we’re about to get to granit’s red card 🍿

-granit’s mouth opens SO WIDE when he opens it 

-omg he goes to check on cancelo after fouling him but ferran torres pushes him aside...ICE COLD bruh

-ngl watching mikel’s interactions with josh kroenke i can See why he didn’t get sacked js...mf wants a thicc slice of that jamón ibérico (wrong region i know)

-”difficult things happen in your mind, you know” omg bby is barely holding it together

-ngl i’ve skipped through some of the footage of us getting our asses handed to us bc it’s too painful lol

-mikel is being emo and there's a shot of him really passionately texting someone and his voiceover is like. “You need the right people around you, to lift you and support you” and i thought he was texting lorena but then it cuts to him sitting with josh kroenke aldfAJLGAGLDG why is this like an awkward date

-uh hello mikel arteta eyelash king of north london

-F i still have 15 min left of ep 1 and i’ve been watching for over an hour

-why isn’t there more granit in thisssssss

-granit calling mikel a freak again jfc keep it in the bedroom (please don’t actually)

-everyone playing around at training how can you not love them

-”fuck me he’s fucking starting” AARON’S DAD....his family oh my gOD.  his mom....ahhhh

-oh here’s the inspirational speech but it still doesn’t show him drawing the circle holding hands!! come ooonnn

-when auba scores vs norwich i scREAMED even tho i already know this happens lmao

-bruh i had no idea how many emotions i would be feeling about aaron ramsdale after this!

-”your attitude was fucking spot on”

-F the next episode will have granit getting injured at NLD.......i’m not ready at all to relive this jfc (i was so fucked up when it happened lmao)

-WOW ok well!!!  wow! that sure was a journey, it only took me over an hour to watch the first ep lmao

[wellthebardsdead]

Okami Hanzo x Fem Reader ((Okami/Wolf Children AU))

Repost from old blog, submitted by sleepy anon.

There are times in life where we must find a new path. It can be for many reasons, family, finances, love… but in your case, it was heartbreak, and a tired body and mind that was fed up with being used and taken for granted.

Your job as a fantasy story book writer and illustrator had sored and you were the most well known author in Japan. Many would think that those closest to you would be happy for your success, but they’d be wrong. Your parents contacted you as soon as word of your fame reached their ears, they only wanted money, your siblings did the same, people who bullied you in school and others you’d cut out of your life long ago began to pop up like clockwork.

But worst of all was your now ex-fiancé. At first he was glad, proud even of your success. But he grew jealous and bitter that you were earning more than him now, that you were too busy to perform the housework and chores of a ‘good wife’. That dinner wasn’t served when he came home and that you’d be too busy ‘wasting’ your time on your work rather than devoting your attention only on him.

He argued that he was a lawyer, that he had to go to school and work hard for his money, that what you did was easy and was no excuse for why you weren’t doting over him anymore, that all you did was write childish drivel and scribble subpar drawings…

The complaints turned into arguments, and the arguments into fights. Words turned into action, and soon you found yourself in the hospital and your ex, at the police station for domestic abuse.

It was all through the papers, the scandal was everywhere. ‘Famous author rushed to hospital’, ‘trouble in fairyland’, ‘happily never after’. Publicists thinking they were so clever by mocking you, your life and your career all to get a quick buck. You found your home soon swarmed by paparazzi, news reporters, media outlets of all sorts. You couldn’t even go to the shops without escort now. It was suffocating, it was driving you insane. You had to get out. You had to disappear.

And so, you did.

You’d always wanted to live in the country, you had fond memories of visiting your grandparents farm during the summer time. You wanted somewhere not too far from the nearest town, but tucked away enough that nobody would bother looking for you.

A trip to the nearest real estate presented you with the perfect place. A fixer upper. A traditional Japanese farm house out in the country by the forest. You had the funds, the property was large, and you’d always wanted to restore and build your dream home. It was a no brainer, you purchased it.

You pulled up in the driveway after travelling down the old dirt road, the realtor was waiting patiently with the keys in hand, “Ah! Miss L/N good morning!” She chimed. You got out of the car and smiled looking at the old place, already imagining what it’d look like once fixed up. “G good morning…It’s lovely…” you smile.

She handed you the keys before a worried look crossed her face. “I… don’t wish to alarm you but there’s been reports from the neighbouring farms that there’s a large dog on the loose. And… I saw these near the back entrance.” She says holding up her phone showing a photo of her foot beside a number of huge paw prints. “I’ve never seen prints this big before… it could be a wolf!” She says worried. You couldn’t help but laugh, wolves had been extinct here for centuries now.

“It’s just a dog with big feet. I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’ll get the doors and windows fixed today to be safe though.” You smile.

The realtor nodded, “very well, I had our resident cleaning company come by as well. They’ve gotten rid of all the dust and dirt but the house still needs a lot of work. Good luck Miss L/N.” She bowed politely before getting in her car and driving away.

You watched her leave before looking up at your new home. A smile beamed across your face and you rolled up your sleeves ready to get started.

The morning crept into the afternoon, and soon the day turned to night. You’d spent the day moving in furniture, helping the repair men install the new doors, and a few holes in the roof. There was still so much work left to be done but with the worst of it out of the way you could tackle the rest on your own.

The feeling of freedom finally struck when you turned on the electricity for the first time. You watched the old lightbulbs flicker to life, like a newly lit glimmer of hope. You were home, the path ahead was bright.

———

You opened your fridge and sighed, you had just enough for dinner tonight and maybe enough milk for cereal tomor- dang you had none left either! It was only your first night here though, you’d be fine, you’d just have to run to town tomorrow.

“Ah…well…” you shrugged and pulled the ingredients from the fridge and started cooking.

After a simple but homely dinner you filled the bath and relaxed into the warm water. It felt so good on your aching bones, you didn’t realise how hard you’d worked today.

*scratch, scratch*

“Huh?…” your body went ridged. You could hear something moving about outside.

*sniff, sniff… whimper*

A sense of relief washed over you, it must be the wild dog. You weren’t afraid, you had no reason to be. The doors were fixed, so was the broken window. You were safe. After a moment the noise outside disappeared, you returned to bathing and relaxing.

You finished your bath and got dressed into your pjs, a simple night gown. It was too hot tonight to wear anything else. Summer was putting in one final push before autumn would come to blanket the land in reds and golds.

After brushing your hair and cleaning your teeth you unfolded your futon and lay down above the blanket, the fan blowing in your direction, you’d need to get air conditioning installed, if you couldn’t stand this you’d be screwed during the middle of the summer heat.

As you closed your eyes and felt sleep embracing you, you swear you heard a howl echo through the night.

———

The sunlight peered in through the stained glass windows and decorated the floor with colourful patterns, you’d need to get some curtains. After a moment you sat up and groaned feeling everything ache. No time for rest today…

You got up and got dressed, the washing machine and dryer would be arriving today, you should have just enough time to drive to the shops.

Collecting your reusable bags and keys you stepped outside eager to get to town, maybe grab a pastry at that nice bakery you saw when driving through. You looked out on the porch and felt your stomach flip. Muddy paw prints. They came right up to the front door… You ignored it before you turned to lock the house up and saw it.

Scratch marks. Only a few of them but clearly scratch marks, no dog has claws that sharp. The realtors words played in your mind again, -I think it could be a wolf- no, that’s ridiculous. Maybe it’s some of the neighbouring farm kids playing a prank. It had to be…

You drove from your little farm and into town, the shop was small but cute, and most importantly, it had everything you needed. You went about your business filling your basket. Youd just grabbed a bottle of milk when you noticed people looking at you curiously. It was a small town, new faces were easy to recognise, but they weren’t looking at you because of that. They knew who you were.

Grabbing the butter and milk you turned and quickly rushed off. You finished the rest of your shop in a hurry, as you stood at the register to pay you couldn’t help but see your face in the magazine wrack… you wished the world would just leave you alone. “Just ignore them dear.” The cashier, an elderly woman, middle eastern in appearance by the looks of it, smiled.

You watched as she suddenly placed a bag of really lovely looking fruit and a little package into your bag. “Ah th that’s not m-” she cut you off with a gentle, almost motherly smile. “It’s on the house dear, we like to make everyone feel welcome here. You bought the old shrine maidens house yes? Ah, that was a beautiful place when I was younger.” She says as she finished bagging your items.

“Shrine maiden?” You ask curiously, she nodded, her smile seemed to give away more than she was telling. “I’m sure you’ll find out what I’m talking about soon enough.” She chuckled. “Have a good day dear… oh, and tell Hanzo I said hello.” She says waving.

“Hanzo?” You look at her confused. “You’ll know him when you see him child.” She says before serving the next customer.

You couldn’t help but look at her a moment longer, confusion still visible on your face. You sigh and quietly leave with your groceries. After picking up a few other items, curtains, a mop and bucket, a few gardening tools, and an egg custard tart for breakfast, you headed home.

As you walked up the front porch your stomach flipped once more… the paw marks, the scratches. They were gone… you stood there, utterly baffled, were they ever even there?.. maybe you were just still half asleep when you left this morning, that had to be it.

You shook the thought from your mind and stepped inside. You began to unpack the groceries, as you lifted the bag of fruit out you blinked seeing the parcel… curiosity got the better of you and you unwrapped it to find a set of incense sticks, and a little bag of treats, all labeled, Okami.

-Why did she give these to me?…- you thought. You rattled your brain trying to think of a reason when it clicked. Shrine maiden… there must be a shrine near by. Did she want you to put these there? Why?…

You finish packing away the groceries before looking at the time. The delivery truck wouldn’t be here for another few hours. You pick up the treats and the incense and begin your search.

Each room you searched proved fruitless, if there was an altar or shrine of any sort, it wasn’t inside. You expanded your search out into the garden.

You had no clue where to look at first, until you saw it. Paw prints… leading off into the forest behind your house. -wolf… okami….- You thought. You look back at the house before following the tracks into the trees.

As you fumbled through the overgrown foliage, it caught you off guard as you felt the dirt shift to cobble stone. You look down to see a man made path leading further ahead, you were going in the right direction.

The further you walked the clearer the signs became, old stone lanterns sat nestled in between the trees, unlit for god knows how long. And soon you approached a giant wooden arch, the red paint had peeled and the shide streamers were now yellow and brown with age…

As you stepped through you felt a wave of energy wash over you, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up… you felt like you weren’t alone anymore.

You looked up to see the shrine, a wolf statue sat on an altar, the kanji etched into its forehead read, Hanzo. You stood there for a moment before giggling, “oh, you’re who she was talking about.” You smile approaching the structure.

Reaching into your pocket you removed the incense and the snacks. You were surprised to find a matchbox already sitting there. Someone else had been coming here, and recently too. Maybe it was the lady from the store?… Did she expect you to become the new shrine keeper?…

After a few strikes you sparked a flame and lit the musky scented stick. You bowed and spoke a simple prayer as you sat a snack out with your offering. After a moment you sat up and smiled. “The… lady from the grocery store told me to say hi for you… I forgot to ask for her name but, she seems to know a lot about this place.” You say standing up before realising you were talking to a statue. You must be more lonely than you thought, even still, you felt that lingering presence. As if you were being watched.

You heard a horn honk in the distance, the delivery driver was here. “I I gotta go now! Bye!!” You bow to the shrine before running back. You were in such a hurry you didn’t even notice the stone lanterns had been lit…

———

“Do you think she’ll take the role of your new keeper, Hanzo??” A strange insect sized fairy like creature said as it climbed up onto the shrine after you left.

“Hm… I don’t know Genji, but… I like the way she smells..” a large white wolf said as he ate the snack you left behind.

———

It’s raining…

was such a huge relief getting the washing machine and dryer set up, you were worried they’d arrive after the storm had hit. You tossed in your laundry and let it run as you rushed through the house placing buckets under the leaks in the ceiling. You’d already fixed several of them but there were still quite a few left.

You had a pot of soup bubbling on the stove, and a loaf of fresh bread cooking in the oven. It’d be a while before dinner was ready, but you were feeling peckish. You grabbed an orange from the assortment the woman had given you and you sat on the front porch peeling it as you watched the rainy afternoon turn to night. You’d need to thank her the next time you went to town.

As the sun set behind the clouds the solar powered lanterns you’d hung up flickered to life illuminating where you sat and the front garden. A sense of belonging washed over you as you ate the sweet citrusy fruit and enjoyed the rainy weather. Home… you were home…

After finishing your snack and revelling in the peace life had brought you to you stood to head inside. You looked over the garden to the adjacent field and caught a flash of something white, something big, moving… you quickly rushed inside and closed the door locking it… that was far too big to be a dog…

You backed away from the door before rushing to make sure everything else was locked. Maybe you’d have to report to the police tomorrow in case whatever that thing was decides to stick around…

———

After a hearty dinner, a warm bath, and emptying the water you’d collected from the roof leaks, you retired to bed.

The storm outside had grown rather violent, it was surprisingly chilly tonight too… you didn’t need the fan, the heavy rain on the old roof was the perfect ambiance to sleep anyway. Your head hit the pillow, and after a moment you were asleep…

The house was still, the only sound was the dripping of water from the roof, and the ever present thunder outside. The noise blocked out the pattering of paws on wood, it covered the sound of the door lock clicking open, and it hid the noise of it sliding open.

Golden eyes and markings glistened in the darkness of the front room as a giant white wolf entered your home… Hanzo.

The door behind him slid shut and locked back into place on its own, he shook himself dry before walking quietly through the house. He stopped as he spotted you. So delicate, so beautiful… he approached and sniffed at you. You groaned and rolled away as his wet nose booped your cheek.

He couldn’t help but wag his tail and smile, he’d decided it. You’d be his new keeper. He walked to the foot of your bed and lay down, guarding you, admiring you… -so pretty….- he thought.

The morning arrived but the rain hadn’t left, it had dissipated into a steady downpour. Hanzo found himself leaving your side several times throughout the night to empty the buckets and eventually just got so annoyed he expelled a little magic to fix the holes entirely…

You opened your eyes tiredly, it was rather cold in the house today. You tried to pull your blanket up further over yourself but something was on top of it… something heavy… You look up at the foot of your bed and feel your whole body drain of blood out of pure terror…

There was a giant wolf, on your bed, and he was looking right at you. “….AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” You shrieked.

Immediately you flew out from under the covers and grabbed the nearest thing to protect yourself, a broom. You pointed it right at the large creature but he didn’t move from where he lay, if anything, he seemingly wagged his tail and looked at you with amusement on his face.

You felt your knees begin to buckle as he got up and stretched before sauntering towards you, ears forward, tail still swishing. “S stay back! Stay back!” You scream bonking him on the nose with the broom. The wolf staggered back and growled before grabbing it and yanking it from your grip.

The broom made a loud clattering as it hit the floor. You were backed into a corner, you whimpered watching him approach closer… you fell to your knees and curled up into a ball crying. This was it, this was how you’d die… a large wet tongue suddenly began to lick your hand.

You jumped looking at the wolf as he nudged and licked you, he sat down and looked at you before resuming the activity… he wanted to be pat. Sheepishly you reached your hand up and placed it on his head, his ears perked forward as you began to scratch.

Relief began to wash through you, he wasn’t here to hurt you, he wanted to be friends… -how the fresh hell did he even get inside!?- you wonder. Up this close you could see his more odd features, golden markings across his fur, paint? No, they were definitely part of his body. You noticed his eyes, they looked human almost, smart, like he was observing you…

You smile… you’d always wanted a dog,… maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, “h-hi… how’d you get in here big guy? What’s your name?” you ask softly. He suddenly pulled away.

He walked to the table and stood on his hind legs grabbing something in his mouth. He walked back to you and dropped it into your lap, the incense and the treats. He looked at you again before walking towards the back door that led to the forest.

You got to your feet and followed him in time to see your back door unlock on its own and slide open, your jaw practically hit the floor. He looked back at you before stepping out into the rain…

After a few moments of standing in utter shock your brain finally kicked back in. You fumbled to find an umbrella before bolting outside after him still only in your pjs.

You ran through the path you’d found yesterday though someone had clearly been through and cut back the previous foliage, you noticed the stone lanterns were lit too. As you approached the archway you saw him sitting in place of the statue, looking at you… As you stepped through a bell chimed, and suddenly he disappeared, the statue back in place…

It was clear what he wanted you to do, this was his shrine, he wanted another offering… you lit another incense and placed a snack down… no good, it’d get wet with the rain… you sat your umbrella down over it making sure it was secure. You stood there in the rain uttering a prayer before stepping away. You were so confused, so many questions ran though your mind… you had to speak with that woman again…

By the time you reached the house you were drenched and your legs were covered in grass and dirt. You stepped up to the back door and froze… your umbrella was sitting there, along with a basket of fruit… paw prints leading away from it… you picked it up and rushed inside.

———

After a hot bath you got dressed into something warm, you could already feel a cold coming on. You went to empty the buckets only to find your roof had been fixed… how?… why?… did he do it?… You picked up your bag and keys as well as the umbrella before rushing out to your car…

The drive into town took a little while, you almost got bogged in a puddle on your way. You pulled up outside the grocery store and rushed inside. It was empty except for two people, the woman, and a gigantic man with white hair and a beard to bring envy to all men. “Hm? Ah hello again dear! Back so soon? Did you forget something yeste-…Ah… I know that face.” The woman said before giggling. “You met Hanzo, didn’t you?”

You approach the counter and nodded… “th the large, white…” you wanted to say wolf but she might laugh at you. “Okami.” She says softly, “I’ll be honest, I had a good feeling about you dear. After his last keeper passed away many people tried moving into that house but he’d scare them all away… you though.” She smiled, “I have a feeling he likes you given that you haven’t skipped town.” She chuckled.

“I..i left an offering yesterday… and I woke up this morning and, he was on my bed!” You stammer out. She threw her head back and laughed, “Oh my! I didn’t think he’d be that keen on you! It seems he’s chosen you as his new keeper!” She chimed.

“Huh? What’s that dear? Hanzo has a new shrine keeper?” A loud boisterous voice sounded from across the store, German accent perhaps?

You watched the giant man approach a gleeful smile on his face. “Oh and she’s a pretty one to! What’s your name liebling?” He smiled taking your hand in his, dear god his hands were bigger than your head. “Y/N, I I’m Y/N.” The man blinked before chuckling, “Ah! I knew I recognised you! Our daughter loves your stories! Such a pleasure to meet you! Ah where are my manners? I’m Reinhardt Wilhelm, and this is my wife Ana Amari Wilhelm.” He says gesturing to the woman.

Ana smiled waving her hand at her husband, “darling you’re startling the poor dear,” Rein blinked before politely letting you have your space. “Ah forgive me! It’s just so nice knowing Hanzo isn’t on his own anymore! We’ve known him since he was a young pup.” He says before grabbing a broom and sweeping behind the counter. “A young pup? So you two have lived here for-”

Ana cut you off, “A very long time, we were both brought here as orphans during the war.” She smiled. “We used to play at the shrine with Hanzo all the time, his keeper was such a lovely woman, you look a little like her actually. We never actually knew her name. I suppose because we were so young at the time she told us to call her Okaa-san… mother.”

“So… he wants me to be his keeper?” You say nervously. “It’d seem so dear.” She says suddenly pulling a box up from behind the counter, a dehumidifier. “Okami are spirits, they’re strange entities, and for whatever reason, he’s chosen you to be his shrine maiden.” She says as she wrapped the box up.

“What do I have to do as a shrine maiden?” You ask rubbing your forehead as you felt your sinus began to block up. “Care for the shrine of course, I’m sure the previous keeper left her memoirs there somewhere. And if not, just ask hanzo. He’ll show you.” She says before suddenly placing another parcel of treats up and a box of cold and flu medicine, she tucked it all into a basket and handed it to you. “Run along now Y/N before you get wet, there’s another storm coming.” She smiled.

“Ah w-wait I have to pay for this don’t I?” You stammer out. “Don’t be ridiculous, don’t make me set Rein on you with that broom!” Ana teased. You blush and hug your coat before nodding. “Th thank you guys, I I’ll see you later!” You say before rushing out grabbing your umbrella.

You got in your car and drove home, the storm caught up with you as you reached the dirt road. Your vehicle jostled about in the mud before suddenly stopping, refusing to go any further. The rain was pelting at your windows, you could hardly make out anything outside, but you clearly saw something white move by the passenger side door…

A scream errupted from your throat as a large hand pressed against the back window. You fumbled with your seatbelt trying to get free but then the vehicle shook aggressively, it was moving forward. Something was moving the car. After a moment it stopped… the hand had disappeared. You tried the gas again and you were moving…

You made it home. You pulled up as close as you could to the house and got out, your whole body shook violently either from the cold or how badly that incident just rattled you.

As you went to open the door for the basket Ana had given you you saw it was already sitting on the front porch. Paw prints leading away… You rushed inside…

———

Ana was right giving you the dehumidifier, the house was rather damp with this weather. You plugged it in before changing into some dry clothes. It was so cold… it felt like autumn had come early.

You began looking through the house, there should be something left behind by the previous keeper right? The house was abandoned after all. The bedroom, no luck. The bathroom, nothing. The kitchen, nope. The tatami room, Bingo!

You’d initially given up on looking until you tripped over a loose tile on the floor. Lifting it up you found what you were looking for and more. You pulled it out of its hideaway and spread it out before you.

The memoirs were kept neatly in a little diary, but that’s not what interested you right now. You were looking at the photographs you’d found… ones of Reinhardt and Ana, they were so little but it was clearly them, Ones of other children, and some of a beautiful maiden… she looked just like you.

There were other pictures to, of Hanzo, him as a fluffy puppy, all the way up to the size he was at now… but… who was the boy in all the other pictures?… long black hair, strong arms, in some he appeared to be wearing animal ears. The photographs followed him all the way from his youth up to adulthood, he was a handsome man, he had gold markings lining his body, his black hair had seemingly been coloured white in places, he looked far too young to be going grey, surely…

A loud crack of thunder roared over head and the power cut off… you curse and pull out your phone. There was thousands of notifications from your manager begging you to do some interviews, he was leaching off of your scandal with your ex, he wanted to make money off of your suffering, you simply messaged back that he was fired… after flicking through the apps you turned on your flashlight and picked up the pictures and the diary before heading back to the kitchen.

You set them on the table before digging through the cupboards for some candles. You found a couple but you had nothing to light them with… as if on cue a tap came from the front door… *knock, knock*… Someone was outside.

Cautiously you walk over and peer out. There was a man, a very handsome man, the same man youd seen in the photographs. He looked at you and smiled, he didn’t have any yellow markings on his face but he did have them in his arm, a tattoo? It’s an odd looking tattoo.

You looked him up and down, you noticed his shoes and jeans were coated in mud. “Ah, y/n? Right?” He smiled reaching into his pocket and removing a box of matches. “I’m Ha-…” he coughed clearing his throat, -shit, can’t tell her it’s me! She’ll be terrified!!- he thought. “Genji! I’m Genji!” He choked out. -smooth, he’s never going to let me live this down- he thinks.

He handed you the box of matches, the packaging looked familiar… “Ana gave me a call and asked me to drop them off. I came by earlier and saw you were a little stuck, you sped off before I could apologise for scaring you like that.” He blushed.

It took a moment for the gears to click in your brain, that hand, that must have been him! “ o oh no it’s fine really. I I shouldn’t have been so rude! Thank you for saving me out there!” You say softly. “Thank you Genji.” You swear you saw him grimace at that title, did he not like his own name?…

“It’s okay Y/N… are you alright? Your face is very red.” He says stepping closer and feeling your forehead, “you’re running a fever…” he whispered. Now he couldn’t tell if it was a fever or if you were blushing because now your whole face was pink. “I it’s nothing, just a little head cold.” You stammer out.

His concern didn’t waver for a moment. “Are you sure?..” you nod in response. “Y yes I’m fine, but…” you looked at his muddy and soaked clothes. “Would you… like to come in? My stove is wood burning so I can make us dinner and my water is gas s-so you can have a shower while I wash these off for you… a-after covering you in mud it’s the least I can do.” You frown.

He looked down at himself and chuckled. “I… would very much appreciate that Y/N” he smiled. You nod and open the door letting him in.

He made his way to the bathroom and after stripping off he set his clothes outside the door for you… -why are they covered in fur?- You wondered before filling a bucket with water and laundry detergent to clean them. While they soaked you went through some of your belongings. You found your ex’s yukata. You’d paid for it, so you took it with you… You’d initially planned on regifting it anyway.

You knocked on the bathroom door still hearing the water pouring, “Genji? Genji? I got something you can wear.” You smile. The door opened slightly and his arm reached out, -…wasn’t the tattoo on the other arm?..- you wonder.

His strong hand grasped the garment and retreated back to the bathroom. “Thank you Y/N! I was worried I’d have to go naked!” He laughed, he had the loveliest laugh. You smile and go about lighting the lanterns and candles before cooking dinner… it was nice having someone around who appreciated you. Even still… where was Hanzo?… was he avoiding the house because this man was here?…

———

Hanzo stepped back into the shower and sighed. “That was too close.” He says looking at the little figure sitting on the shower caddy. A tiny person dressed in green, the real Genji. “I’ll say, you forgot to hide your markings dumbass!” He laughed. “I still can’t believe you used my name! How did you not think to have one ready?” He snickered.

The Okami huffed, “I did, my brain just broke when I looked at her… she’s so beautiful…” he sighed. Despite the shower covering their conversation the two of them still kept their voices hushed. “Anyway..” Genji says standing up, “imma head out to find Angela, she’s been fussing over her new burrow, supposed to be a very cold autumn coming, and I offered to keep her warm.” he winked.

Hanzo chuckled, “Very well, be careful Genji.” He says picking him up and stepping from the shower. He placed the insect sized man on the windowsill. “I will… Anija… I’m happy for you.” He smiled up at him before suddenly jumping out like a grasshopper. He smiled watching him go.

After quickly drying off he pulled on the Yukata… whoever wore this last had a terrible scent… he didn’t like them. At least your scent covered it for the most part.

He tied the obi and stepped out to see you hanging his clothes up to dry by the stove. You giggled a little, “I spent 5 minutes trying to figure out why the dryer wouldn’t turn on. Then I remembered the powers still out.” You laugh before a horse cough suddenly cut your joy short.

“Y/N!” Hanzo says suddenly rubbing your back and taking your hand, “please… have a hot bath, I’ll handle dinner.” He says softly. You shook your head after a moment and cleared your throat. “I I’m fine…” you say softly, you looked so pale, so tired, your whole body was trembling…

Your not entirely sure what happened, but the next thing you knew you were dressed in your warmest pjs, laying in your futon. It was snuggled in the kitchen of all places, right beside the wood burning stove. It was so warm, so comfy. “Y/N?…” you heard Hanzo speak, he held your head up offering you some water, “Th-thank you genji.” You coughed.

He scrunched up his nose a little, he really didn’t like being called anything other than his actual name, never mind his brothers name. You were too delirious to notice anyway. “Do you have any medicine?” He asked as he stroked your hair. “I-in that basket up there… I don’t know how Ana knew I’d need it.” You say softly.

“Heh, she has a knack for it I think. When I was younger she’d have no trouble knowing when I was unwell.” He says grabbing the medicine and returning to you. A moment of clarity broke through your fevered brain… he was in photos with Ana and Reinhardt as children, he should look the same age as them now surely… but no here he was right in front of you, looking 38 at most…

You looked at him observing his features as he fed you the medicine, was that gold mark always on his cheek?… “…Hanzo?…” you whisper out.

His whole body went stiff, two fluffy white ears popped up from his hair, they tucked back and he looked like a kicked puppy disguised as a sexy man. “Y-yeah?…” he says sheepishly, embarrassed he got caught…

You smile, he was so sweet… you reach up and pat his hair gently, “thank you…” you whisper before closing your eyes… you heard him shift, and you felt his warm breath against your lips, he smelt nice, like juniper and cinnamon, “will you be my keeper?…” he whispers softly. You smile and nod, “only if you’ll let me..” you whisper before feeling his lips press against yours as you fell asleep.

When you woke the next morning he lay by your side, his soft white fur was so cuddly and warm. You blink seeing two little figures laying in it, a little green sprite and a tiny peach fairy… there was still a lot for you to get used to…

———

From then on Hanzo was forever at your side. He’d be there in the morning when you woke and he’d be there at night when you went to bed. He’d run off to his shrine and wait for you before coming back home with you after your offering.

Hanzo introduced you to other spirits as well, all of them very friendly. Jack, a half kitsune. Amélie, a spider. Akande, an oni. Mccree, a fellow wolf. Angela, a peach blossom fairy in spring and summer and in autumn and winter a sugarplum fairy. And Hanzos literal little brother, Genji.

Ana and Reinhardt visited regularly and helped you repaint the pillars and clean up the shrine. Each time they’d swing by Ana would have another gift for you, from something as simple as tissues or fruit to something as grand as a new dress or a heater as the colder months approached.

You and Hanzo had grown close to say the least, more than close even… you’d fallen madly in love with the great spirit… and he was just the same with you.

Hanzo would regularly change to his human form when you two were alone, But it wasn’t his true human form. He hoped you’d never have to see that. He thought he looked old like that, at least in this form he thought, maybe you’d want to stay with him, maybe you’d prefer him if he looked young. He was scared that if you saw that old white wolf you’d leave him…

It was on one cold autumn evening that his worst fears came true, well… almost. He lay on the floor beside you as you worked on a story illustration, your latest work, it was sure to be a best seller. Your feet were swollen and your stomach was beginning to pudge out, you were pregnant. You and Hanzo never discussed having children, but you weren’t actively against it either. You both decided to leave it to fate, and you were blessed with child.

The wolf glanced up at you, beaming with pride. You, his most beautiful treasure, now carrying his children. He thought you to be the most divine thing he’d ever seen on earth.

His ears twitched and he lifted his head sniffing the air… he recognised that smell, he didn’t like it. He stood baring his teeth and snarling. “H-Hanzo? What’s wrong dear?” You say surprised. You’d never seen him so upset before.

“Y/N?!” You recognised that voice.. what the hell was your ex doing here?… you should have known he’d find a way to weasel himself out of a prison sentence for what he’d done to you.

You patted Hanzos ears and walked to the kitchen as you heard the sliding door open, the bastard had let himself in. He had a bouquet of roses in hand and a tacky suit on… his career as a lawyer had flopped, nobody wanted to hire a man who’d abused his fiancé, and without your money filling his pockets it was clear he’d fallen on tough times.

“Baby! There you are! God I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I’m so glad I finally found yo-” you raise your hand and cut him off. “How, did, you, find, me…” you say with venom on your tongue… “Aw don’t be like that Y/N, I went to the realtor and had them find out your location for me… I might have threatened to sue them but that’s not the po-” you cut him off again.

“I don’t care what the point is, whether it’s what you have to say, why your here, or-” you pull a sharp knife from the sink. “Or this point! Now get the hell out of my house!” You scream.

His expression turned dark, “listen here you little bitch! I travelled up and down Japan looking for your sorry ass! After you had me arrested! After you ruined my career! I spent the last of my money on this suit and these flowers for you! And this is how you treat me?!” He shouted as he reached for you.

He jumped as a strong hand grabbed his arm in a vice like grip… Hanzo entered the kitchen. Your mouth parted in an awestruck gasp. He looked majestic, his head adorned with a white wolf hood, its pelt draped around his shoulders and into two large braids, the rest of his attire equally elegant and regal. His facial hair was a silver white and so was the rest of his once onyx locks. His markings were glittering like starlight, they were moving… “Hanzo…” you whispered, he’d utterly stolen your breath away.

He smiled at you, before turning his attention back to your ex. “Keep your filthy hands off of my beloved… get out of my shrine…” he snarled. “What?! You replaced me with a fucking furry?!” He shouted moving to push Hanzo off. That was all the wolf needed to bend the jerks arm back and snap the bone.

You covered your ears hearing the crack and then the horrible scream that erupted from your ex. You watched as Hanzo released him, he bolted outside to his car, all the while screaming that he was calling the police, that everyone would know he was the victim here, that he’d ruin your career…

Hanzo planted a gentle kiss on your lips before following after him casually. He raised his hands and your eyes sparkled watching as a bow and quiver materialised from his markings. He knocked an arrow into place and drew it back… “ŌKAMI YO WAGA TEKI O KURAE!!!”

The wind sang with the howls of two wolves as they sprung forth from his arrow. They danced and spiraled around one another, teeth snapping, maws wide open. You watched as your ex turned to face them before shrieking in horror as they consumed him… all that was left behind was his tacky suit…

You stood there, amazed… unable to say anything other than just process what had happened… Hanzo turned and began to leave, you blinked realising he wasn’t going back inside. “Love?…” you whispered as you took hold of his hand.

He looked back at you, yellow eyes staring into yours… “I’m sorry I hid my real form from you… my… real human one that is… I’m not as young as you Y/N… I had no right to trick you into thinking I was either I just… I thought ma-” you pressed your lips to his and pulled him close…

Humans confused him sometimes, but he wasn’t complaining… he lifted you into his arms and smiled nuzzling your hair. “You’re not mad?…” he whispers. You shook your head and kissed him again. “I think you look good… now your ears match your hair colour.” You giggle. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

You look over at your ex’s car. “Think jack might be able to use it?” You ask as you played with the fur of his hood. He nodded. “Mhm, hes the only one of my friends with a human license.” He chuckled before carrying you back inside.

———

A week had passed, you sat on the front porch with Hanzo resting his head in your lap, one hand patting his fur, and the other holding the phone to your ear.

You were talking with your new manager, a lovely woman named Olivia Colomar. She was ecstatic and so giddy listening to you explain your sales pitch for your newly completed book. “Y/N! This is going to be so great! I’m looking at the cover art on my screen and it looks beautiful! Oh! What’s the name for it again?” She asks typing up the email for the publisher.

“Wolf children.” You reply. Hanzo nuzzled your stomach in approval.

[thepremedthatwrites]

The ABC’s of Peter Pevensie (Smut Edition)

Hi I jus wanted to say that I LOVE your writing and I was hoping if you could write a Peter Pevensie alphabet kinda kinky, smut edition or fluff is alright too I guess, pls consider it!

I’ve never done an alphabet post before so I am winging it as I go.  I did look up similar posts on Tumblr just to get an idea of what to do and I saw that they all followed a pretty similar format that I’ve adopted for this post.  I did make some alterations just to fit what I wanted to write.  I hope you all enjoy it!

warning: entire post contains smut and mentions of smut

A - aftercare

Peter loves to whisper sweet nothings into your ear right after both of you have finished.  Once you two have calmed down enough, he’ll draw both of you a bath and carry you to the tub before helping you wash up.

B -  body part

Whenever you want to drive Peter crazy, you know to wear your hair up to leave your neck exposed.  He just can’t control himself and will litter your neck with kisses and lovebites.  

Peter doesn’t spend much time fretting over his appearance but he would be lying if he denied that he chooses to wear shirts that are a bit tight on him to show off his biceps.  He likes how it shows everyone he is no longer the scared 13-year-old who wanted to protect his loved ones but didn’t know how to.  Now, he’s strong and won’t let anyone or anything hurt the people he loves.

C - cum

Peter loves to watch you cum, pure bliss taking over your face as you cling to him for dear life.  He especially loves it when you cum on his cock so he can feel your pussy collapse around him, squeezing and enticing him to cum as well.  

D - dirty secret

Although he would never admit it, he secretly hopes that people walking by his bedroom can hear you guys while you do it, especially when you’re moaning his name.  He wants everyone to remember that he’s the one who is making you feel as good as you do.

E - experience

Peter hadn’t been with anyone else before meeting you.  He had always been too worried about taking care of both his siblings and an entire nation.  So when you two started seeing each other, he had almost no experience but that didn’t hinder him as he seemed to be a natural.  He knew the right places to touch and the perfect pace that would leave you a moaning mess.  This was because he was an expert at reading people, something that he had learned for diplomatic meetings and fights on the battlefield but was also handy in the bedroom.

F - favorite position

He’s a bit old fashioned and prefers to do it missionary.  He loves to see the pleasure build on your face as you get closer to your climax as well as the feeling of you raking your nails down his back.

G - good girl

When I tell you this man loves to praise you, I mean it.  In the bedroom, he loves to remind you what a good girl you are.  He’s constantly encouraging you and telling you how good you’re making him feel.  Even outside the bedroom, he likes to praise you.  Partially because he wants to remind you how proud he is, but also partly because he loves the look you give him when he does so.

H - hand-holding

Peter loves to hold your hands while he pins them in place above your head.  He also likes to play with your hands afterwards, sometimes doing it absentmindedly while you two are cuddling in bed.  

I - intimacy

Being romantic is in Peter’s nature so it isn’t much of a surprise that he is super romantic in bed.  Before going any further, he always makes sure it’s alright with you and he never pushes you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.  To him, sex is much more than feeling good.  It’s another way that he can worship you and he makes sure you know it.  He kisses every inch of you, reminding you how beautiful you are.  He holds you in his arms, making sure you understand just how loved you are.

J - jealousy

Although he hates to admit it, any time he sees you conversing with someone else who may show just the smallest hint of romantic interest, he gets insanely jealous.  This jealousy usually leads to long nights in his bed chambers.

K - kinks

While Peter may not have any prominent kinks, he does enjoy having you call him ‘my king’.  He also likes to be the dominant one in the bedroom but is always happy to have you take over once in a while.  

L - location

Peter likes to do it in the comfort of his bed where you two can go for as many rounds as you can without the risk of being caught or walked in on.  His second favorite place to do it is in his study.  The sight of you sprawled on the desk, open and ready for him, is enough to make him rock hard.

M - masturbation

Peter doesn’t masturbate that much since he has you, but when you aren’t available and his pants start to get a bit tight, he’ll go for a quick round in his bedroom, imagining you were there with him.

N - no

Peter would never do a threesome as he would get too jealous seeing another person touching you.

O - oral

Peter most certainly prefers giving it to you rather than receiving it.  While you are able to make him feel wonderful everytime you give him head, you are his goddess and he wants to be the one to worship you, including with his tongue.  He especially loves it when you start to get closer to your release and grind against his face.

P - pace

Peter loves to give it rough with the occasional slap of the ass and binding your hands.  He loves hearing the bed creak underneath you two and the sound of your desperate moans as he fucks you into the mattress.  He tries to go slow at first but he’s quick to lose control with you right underneath him.

Q -  quickes

Peter doesn’t mind having a quickie, especially if jealousy is coursing through his blood.  Usually when he does quickies, it’s when you two aren’t in his bedroom and are instead somewhere more public like his office or the library.

R - risk

Peter loves risks.  He thinks the added adrenaline makes it all the more hot.  He’s willing to do it in a public place where anyone can see.  He loves experimenting as well, whether it’s trying a new position or experimenting with foreplay.  Anything that might heighten the experience for you two is worth trying.

S - stamina

Due to his rigorous training for battles, Peter has insane stamina.  He could go all night if you let him although you two usually stop after two or three rounds.  Peter always makes an effort to not finish until you do, as you are always his top priority and he wants you to enjoy the experience entirely and fully.  This can be hard though when you are also doing your best to make him finish first but he usually has the willpower to hold out until you cum.

T - tease

Peter loves to tease you, whether that be saying an offhand comment that makes you heart race or kissing you everywhere except where his touch is needed most.  

On the other hand, he hates being teased.  You had decided to tease him once, tight clothes, sexual comments, and all.  This only led to him pinning you against the wall within an hour and him making you climax more times than you thought possible within the span of half an hour as punishment.

U - undergarments

Peter has a habit of ripping off your undergarments while in the heat of the moment.  This had led to your maids having a stash of undergarments ready at a moment’s notice.

V - volume

Peter isn’t the loudest in bed but he does let out the occasional moan or grunt.  The sounds he usually makes are praises, reminding you just how good you’re doing.

W - when

Peter likes to wait a while in a relationship before taking it to the next level.  It wasn’t until a few months into the relationship that you guys did it for the first time.  But after that, you two could barely keep your hands off of eachother.

X - x-ray

Peter is average when it comes to his length, but you don’t mind due to his girth.  Every time you guys do it, he fills you up perfectly.

Y - yearning

Peter would fuck you 24/7 if he could.  You never would have imagined the high king would have such a high sex drive, but you aren’t complaining.  It’s hard to hold back when the sex is just so damn good.

Z - zzz

Peter makes an effort to not fall asleep until he knows that you are.  He likes to brush the hair out of your face and plant gentle kisses on your forehead as you sleep soundly in his arms.  There had only been a few times where he was too tired afterwards and had passed out before you did.

[bokettochild]

request: sometimes time likes to be alone underwater. with his iron boots and zora helmet, it's easy to just take a stroll at the bottom of a deep enough lake, away from the rest of the world. he did not expect, however, to find legend relaxing inside a small hole in the stone. Mer Legend.

Oh boy! I was vibing with this one for a while, I just wanted to make it perfect!

I'm pretty happy with what I made too, but man is it long!

(I hope this makes you happy, anon!)

When he and Malon have kids, he hopes they don't have this many.

Nayru knows he loves his boys, but they can get a bit much sometimes. They can get loud and overwhelming, and as a man who’s used to traveling primarily alone, with maybe a fairy trailing behind him or his trusted mount, it’s a bit overwhelming. He’s not used to being around people so much, Malon and Talon are his only consistent company and even then, the work they share means that often times it’s only him and his thoughts as he mucks, mends and tends things around the ranch.

Sometimes, when the boys get especially rowdy and playful, it’s just nice to get a moment of quiet to himself. Between Sky and Twilight he knows that nothing overly chaotic will go down, and he trusts the boys to keep each other in check.

So, when they come to the Pup’s Hyrule, their battle in this world over and most of their number restless as they wait for the next portal to arrive and whisk them away, Time allows his boys their space, and with a quick exchange with the only two he can trust to not burn something down (at least while the younger ones can still see them) he heads off into the forest to get a little space to himself.

Of course, he can’t really go far, not if he needs to hurry back, but he doesn’t really need to. His destination is Lake Hylia, which is only a short distance from their camp, maybe ten or fifteen minutes, and, when he gets there, he allows himself to actually breathe for once.

Wild, Warriors and Wind had been locked in a game of cards when last he left, the champion soundly beating the other two both at cribbage while Wars bemoans his poor luck, and Twilight and Sky were discussing wood carving with Hyrule, with the occasional comment from the smithy, who is only too happy to throw in something related every so often as he looks up from his book. That leaves himself and Legend, and he’s long since learned that the vet was one to disappear for his own space when possible.

He’s not overly worried. Legend has items and experience that far outmatch most of their group, and if he runs into trouble Time has little doubt that he’ll be able to get himself out of it to at least gather reinforcements, if not handle the issue by himself.

A deep breath of relief escapes him as the eldest of the heroes pulls a few items from his own bag. The boots are a familiar if not welcome weight as he slips out of his armor and dons the tunic and cap of the Zora, his breath bubbling softly as he steps into the lake before him with a contented sigh.

The cool water floods over the top of him, tugging at his hair and bubbling in his lungs, but it’s doesn’t burn the way that it should. He breathes easily beneath the rippling surface of Lake Hylia, the Zora tunic granting him freedom beneath the waves.

There is little sound beneath, only the muffled noise from above the surface, the flow of the water and-

Time’s ears prick forwards as a single blue eye turns to search the space around him.

Someone is singing.

It’s a haunting sort of melody, one that draws you in and makes you dazed, and Time finds himself stumbling over his own feet as he searches for the source. It is not a Cursed song, nor anything powerful from what he can recall, in fact, it’s almost familiar. It sounds similar to something he hears hummed about their camp at night while the boys take watch. He’d never been able to place which of the young heroes hummed the lilting melody, but he’s let it carry him off to sleep many a time before. Only this song, the one that twines about his head and whispers in his ears and makes his feet trek closer and closer to its source, this song is different, it’s haunted and Broken, and it is sung in a Voice.

Not a voice like most of those above the surface have, but a Voice like a fairy or spirit might have. One that pulls at your very soul and sings in your mind, un-hampered by wind or waves, able to carry across miles to be heard by those that it Sings too.

Heavy feet trod faster.

He’s under no spell, but he is a Link, and by now he has learned that all of their kind are blessed or cursed with courage and curiosity both, and to be without the latter is simply unthinkable for the young-at-heart hero. Something –the forest imp in him maybe- tells him to find the Voice, find the Singer.

He’s only made it part of the way across the lake, hasn’t even left the shoreline properly, when the song stops. Unease creeps over him as he looks around, alert and ready for trouble, only to see nothing but the peaceful stillness of the lake bottom around him.

There! His mind supplies as something pink flits in the corner of his vision, and he’s whipping around to come face to face with-

Long tangled hair drifts in the waves as glistening scales reflect the light pouring down through the waves. Too deep, too dark eyes stare at him in shock for a brief moment, and then-

The creature, the thing, is gone in an instant. Whipping away as it’s glimmer fades into the waves around him, speed no doubt granted by the brilliant tail of the thing sending it rocketing out of his grasp before he even has a chance to speak.

He tried to follow it. He does! But quite soon the adult part of his mind is reminding him how dangerous the thing could be, and that he still has his boys to return to back on the surface. It’s been exactly thirty-two minutes and thirteen seconds since he left them at their camp, and by now they usually would have sent someone to check and make sure that whatever member of their party had strayed off was alright.

Removing his boots is all it takes to float to the surface, despite the fact that he still holds the things in his hands, and it’s with no small amount of relief that he realizes that the bank of the lake is free of other heroes.

Time gathers his things together, wringing out his hair and clothes before returning to his normal gear and heading back to the camp.

Smiles and chuckles greet him as the young heroes tease.

“Go for a swim, Old Man?” Legend quirks a brow, staring up from his place by the fire.

Time doesn’t answer him, but he does shake his head violently enough to spray the younger heroes with water, earning shouts and shrieks from them as they try and shield themselves from the wet. “Seriously, Time?” Warriors moans, wiping lake water from his face. “What are you, a dog?”

Time smirks at the captain and, to everyone's surprise (which produces no small amount of delight for him), he barks.

“What sorts of people have you met in your adventures?” Sky asks a couple of days later, head cocked to the side as he watches his brothers. “You all talk about so many races, but I don’t think I've heard of most of them.”

“Well,” Wild smiles, there’s a glint in his gaze that isn’t quite mischief, but it’s a warning to be wary anyway, because they all know what a crack-pot their cook can be at times. “There’s Hylians, of course, and Sheikah, Yiga, Gerudo, Rito, Gorons, Zora and koroks! You’ve probably already met the Sheikah, since you mentioned knowing an Impa during your journey, and the Yiga are an offshoot of that group.”

Twilight blinks and stares, Warriors furrowing his brow as he two older heroes stare at the younger, but Wild seem entirely unaffected.

“Gerudo are a desert people. They’re really tall, and extremely strong! Most of their race have long red hair and slightly darker skin than the people around Hyrule. They are a society of all woman, with only one man being born to them every hundred years. They worship the goddess Din for the most part, and live out of an opulent city set in the desert where they specialize in the crafting of weapons and jewelry, and the farming of exotic plants.” The champion then proceeds to run down traits and knowledge about the other races, matter-of-factly, as if the details he is sharing are things that everyone from the surface knows.

“Wow.” Sky laughs as Wild finishes. “I had no idea.”

“There’s also the minish.” Four adds. “And the Wind Tribe, who are sky people, of course.”

Sky looks curious, but Four says nothing more, instead gesturing to the other heroes to share their thoughts, which they do.

“Terminans.” Time offers. “Very similar to Hylians.”

“Ordonians.” Twilight adds with a fond smile. No explanation is needed.

The others all nod along, but Legend rolls his eyes. “Humans, like, non-Hylian humans, Shifters,” The vet stares upwards with a light scowl as he ticks the races off of his fingers. “Technically they’re humans too, but Wild counted the Sheikah and Gerudo, so there’s also the Lorulians, Labrynninians, Holodrumese folks, Hytopians, Drablanders, Subrosians, Catalians-” Legend frowns. “I could swear there are more but I can’t really recall.”

Time, for whatever reason, he can’t really say why, cocks his head. “Any water people other than Zora?”

The vet snaps his fingers. “Mer-folk! Thank you, Time. I guess fae and animal folk count on that note.”

There’s a scoff and Warriors is leaning forwards with a smirk. “Fairies and animals, sure, but mer? Seriously, Legend? Have you even met a mer before?”

“Many times.” The veteran drawls, cocking a brow in the captain’s direction. “On multiple adventures. What about you, cap? Jealous you couldn’t snag one for your guild of brides?”

Warriors blusters about indignantly, earning laughter from the others as Legend smirks, but the man recovers quickly enough. “I do not have a guild of brides! That is- that is utterly disgusting!”

“Could have fooled me.” Legend teases, sipping some water from a flask.

“Give him a break.” Twilight snickers, shoving the vet playfully.

The unfortunate thing about Twilight’s shoves though is that the ranch hand doesn’t seem to know his own strength, and Legend is small enough that the light push is enough to send him scrabbling to not hit the ground. More laughter rings about their camp, but this time at the vet's expense, as Legend topples over into the dirt, spilling his drink and failing his arms as he goes.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Legend huffs, pulling himself back up and dusts off his clothes, scowling at the water spilled on him. “Great.”

“Oh, come on, you came back soaked to the skin earlier, what’s a bit of water going to hurt you, huh, vet?” Warriors ribs, smirking.

Legend shoots him a half-hearted glare.

“Legend,” Time starts slowly. “How would you describe the mer?”

The vet pauses, gaze resting maybe a moment too long as his hands as he brushes off the hem of his tunic. He’s already done so and there’s really no reason for him to do it again, but he does anyway. “What you’d expect.” He shrugs haltingly. “Hylian on top, fish beneath. Tail, long hair, that sort of thing.”

The old man hums. Legends ears twitch, nose shivering slightly as violet eyes flit over their group. “Care to expand on your sky people story, Four?”

“I’m good.” The smithy replies lazily.

Time would pass it off as a strange one-time thing, he would, but there are... other factors at play.

They’ve traveled to Four’s time, fighting off monsters and solving puzzles the same as they’ve always done. The boys are taking some downtime, playing hide and seek, and just like the last time, Time takes himself down to the river they’ve made camp ear and dons his Zora gear.

He isn’t expecting to see the creature, the mer, again, much less hear them singing -after all, this is a Hyrule far before his Pup’s- but there the creature is. It- or they- frolic in the water, chasing fish and singing softly. The tune is lighter than the last one he heard, a different song entirely, but there is no denying that it is the same mer.

Gold flecked, petal pink scales shimmer beneath the twisted lights that invade the water, hair of the same colors flowing in the current as long fingers, tipped with pointed claws, reach out to swipe at the fish swimming wildly away. They don’t catch anything, but Time hears it giggle anyways, the tune of its voice bubbling in merriment as it rolls like and otter and turns to explore some other part of the river bed.

The cursed curiosity of a hero niggles in Time’s mind. How is the same mer from before in this timeline, ages before Twilight would even be born? And why do they play and explore as if they’ve never seen this river bed before in their life?

Long claws pull through sand, and although their hair blocks their face from his view, he can still hear the warble of delight as the creature removes something sparkling and bright from the river bed. The mer floats in place, turning the item over in their hands curiously before whisking it out of sight and returning to their search.

A mer that likes treasure, huh? Why is he unsurprised?

His own soft laugh startles them, and for a half of a moment, golden ringed, violet eyes, wide and bright and full of shock, meet his own.

The mer is gone before he can make a move.

He asks Legend about it the next day. As they travel along the path towards the nearest town, Time falls back to ask the vet more about mer.

“Do mer like treasure?”

Legend starts, eyes wide as they meet his own, and something in the back of his mind is nagging him that the look in the vet’s eyes is somehow familiar. “What?”

“Do mer like treasure?” He repeats himself.

Legend stares at him, blinking slowly as they continue along the path, but eventually the vet shakes his head and answers. “Depends on the mer. They’re people too, Time, they can have varying interests and hobbies. There is no standard for mer. None.”

“Don’t they all swim at least?”

Legend’s gaze is flat. “There are disabled Hylians aren’t there? Not all Hylians can walk, and not Mer can swim. Some just choose not to because they don’t like it!”

Time frowns. How does the vet know so much about mer culture? “How do you know this?”

The vet shrugs, eyes darting away. “I’ve been a lot of places and met a lot of people. Mer are no exception.”

“I thought you hated swimming and the water?” Wind breaks in, falling back to join the two of them with an odd look on his face. He looks like a puppy and it’s killing Time not to ruffle the kid’s hair.

“Didn’t always.” Legend returns, smiling wryly down at the sailor. “But enough of that. The real question here is if you’ve ever met one, sailor.”

“A mer?” Wind furrows his brow, looking away with a soft sigh. “The water in my world isn’t safe for the people who lived in it. There’s hardly even any fish in most places. The Zora in my time had to adapt to the air instead in order to survive.”

Awkward silence falls over them, the vet looking guilty for a half a moment before he settles a hand on the kid’s shoulder. “The goddesses aren’t always fair, Maliit, it’s not your fault.

Time hums his agreement, heart aching for yet another young hero and a world that suffered for Time’s failure to have properly saved it.

He sees the mer again. Not just when he’s in the water himself, but when he’s keeping watch during the night or on occasion when he goes fishing with Twilight. The Pup says nothing about seeing gold and pink beneath the water, but Time finds himself watching it all the same.

It darts beneath the dock they’re fishing on one time, and when Twilight’s line gets a tug, the rancher pulls it up only to find the one of his boots dangling from the other end.

Time can’t help it, he laughs.

So, this mer is a prankster, huh?

He takes to seeking them out, trying to catch their attention or try to talk to them, but nothing works. The minute that gold and violet eyes meet his own, petal pink scales flick deftly in the waves and the mer is swimming away.

But Time isn’t dumb.

He knows that the same mer cannot reasonably exist across all of time, not with all the changes that come to the world with each hero. He knows that this being is somehow following them, and h’s got a rather good idea exactly how it’s happening.

It’s a long shot, but he knows for a fact that Legend is always gone from camp before he sees the creature, and enough times startling the vet when asking about mer has taught him that the expressions between the two are the same. All he knows on the mer’s face is shock, but the vet’s eyes glimmer the same shade of violet, even if they are different in size and shape, and the petal pink hair that the vet comes out of the forest with one evening after their group was separated is uncannily similar to the shade of the mer.

They’ve made camp again, and rather than climbing into the water when he catches a moment alone, Time settles on the shore, not in the mood to be in the water but in need of its calming song. The air has been tense the past few days, and Time welcomes a brief moment to relax, forcing himself not to think of the gaping wound in his Pup’s side or the ragged breath that wheezes between the rancher’s lips.

Twilight will be fine, he reminds himself. Hyrule and Warriors had worked together to tend the wound and while it would definitely leave a scar, the danger of losing their beloved friend and brother (and maybe son?) is not so high anymore.

He welcomes a free breath, away from the hurt gazes of his boys as they try and process that their beloved canine friend and the rancher are one and the same. A chance to think without having to stop those who were out of the know from bombarding those who were in it with questions.

He’s glad to be free of the questions himself.

Legend seems to be too, if the glint of pink beneath the waves is to be believed.

He doesn’t approach this time, doesn’t try entering the water to speak. He’s tired and he wants his spae, and he imagines Legend would like his own too. So, instead, he sits on the bank, feet trailing in the water and ocarina on his lips as he plays softly.

The tune is a sweet one, one he’d written himself that lilts and dips softly, very nearly perfect for a dance, but far more suited to a night by a fire or watching the sunset. And sunset it is, fading light stretching out across the water, glinting of the surface and reflecting off of gold and pink-

He stops, eye wide as he turns towards the flash in his vision.

Gold and violet stare back at him, framed in curling pink as Legend freeze half-way through pulling on his tunic again.

Gold fades just as the scales dissapear and leave the vet siting on the shore, tunic still bunched around his shoudlers and violet eyes wide with fear as he regards his leader.

“I won’t tell.” Time forces, turning away his gaze and returning his focus to the instrument in his hand. He doesn’t play, but he doesn’t look up either.

“It’s an item.” Legend forces, strained. His voice is still tainted with whatever power had shifted him between forms, and it’s sweeter and more melodious than normal. “I found it on my third adventure. Got cursed.”

“Like the rancher?” Time hums softly, not having to look up to know that Legend is shifting nervously, foot tapping madly at the ground beneath him.

“Yeah.” Legend huffs.

“Okay.” And he does look up them, calm and as open as he can make himself seem as he meets the vet’s gaze.

“Just okay?” One brow cocks as Legend crosses his arms.

“Just okay. It’s your secret, Legend. I can’t change what I’ve seen, but I won’t tell the others either.”

Legend nods, wary bit willing to accept the words, if only for now. “If you say so.”

They’re on their way back to camp, Legend carrying an armload of fish and Time carrying both of their bags when the vet stops and glares at him. “I don’t want to hear any jokes, alright? I get enough of those from Twilight and Sky.”

“They know?” The old man tilts his head in question.

Legend flushes, ducking his head and setting off again at a speed some might label a scurry. “No. Hurry up, these fish are gonna rot!”

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Waves lap around his head and it’s all Time can do to break the surface, coughing and hacking as he struggles to remain above the water.

The portal had come at the worst time ever, and no one had been ready to be dropped into the center of the ocean.

Lightning crackles overhead as waves swirl and crash about him. The ocean rages and Time is again reminded how small Hylian’s are in the face of Mother Earth herself.

“Boys!” The shout rasps from his throat as he spins to look about, praying to every deity he knows that he’ll find the rest of them safe and sound, or at the very least together. Never mind that Twilight still can’t walk, much less swim. Never mind the smithy’s shattered arm and Wild’s fear of the water. He can’t panic about those right now, he has to find them!

“Over here!” Sky’s voice answers him. The Chosen Hero clings to the shivering form of the smithy, both are soaked and trembling, but they’re managing to stay above the waves.

“My Hyrule!” Wind calls out as Time strikes out towards them, and the sailor continues once he’s close enough to see that at least five of his boys are safe. “We’re near land,” Wind nods in a random direction and Time wonders briefly how the sailor even knows that. “It could be a challenge in these waves, but we can make it. Have you seen the others?”

Hyrule looks up at him hopefully, the water-logged traveler fighting madly to stay above the water but succeeding despite the waves. Time reminds himself to help the boy learn to swim more effectively later, and more importantly how to properly tread water, but for now he focuses on answering Wind. “You're the firsts. We’ll have to hope the others are alright, getting y’all to safety is my first concern.

“But Wild!” Hyrule splutters, choking on some water as Time swims over to give the traveler someone to cling to. Freezing fingers latch ahold of his armor as teeth chatter, the waves are neither kind nor warm and with their health as it is he’s certain someone is going to end up with a cold when this is all over. “And Twilight! A-and Legend and Wars! They’re out there somewhere!”

“We have to hope Legend and Warriors can elp the other two. We can’t do them any good if we’re fighting to stay above ourselves.” He tries to same calm, but his own mind and heart scream with the same message that Hyrule’s voice does, and its all he can do to push it down.

Thunder rolls overhead and waves beneath as they push off towards the shore, each of the older heroes aiding a younger one as Wind guides them all towrads the supposed island.

Time hs never been so relieved to see sand in his life, and as Hyrule pulls himself up the bach and Wind helps Sky to settle Four, Time can only pray that he’ll find his way back again. “I’m going to look for the otehrs. Wind, stay and help Sky.” The sailor looks as if he wants to hesitate, but he knows better than anyone how a small body can be lost to the waves much easier than an adult. “Make a fire, warm up as best you can. Keep an eyes out. I’ll come back if- when I find the others.”

He stops only to shed his armor and don his Zora gear, but a single dive beneath the water is enough to tell him that it’s for naught. Wind wasn’t joking about his water being toxic, and a single breath of the stuff leaves Time heaving as soon as he breaks the surface.

His chances of finding the boys have lowered considerably.

Nayru above, don’t let anyone have sunk beneath!

Time swims for all he is worth, pushing past weariness as he battles each and every wave. And he’s just beginning to lose hope when he catches sight of something silver reflecting in the water as lighting flashes above.

“Time!”

Blue whips around to meet its twins as Warriors comes to swim beside him. “Have you found any of the others?”

“Wind, Sky, Hyrule and Four.” he breathes back. “You?”

The captian looks rueful but nods to his side. “Legend.”

Time can’t help but start as Legend’s eyes peek above the surface. Golden and violet are glassy in the pale ace of the vet, but they’re there and that means that Legend is alive.

“I’ve officially met my first mer.” Warriors sighs, but there’s worry in the captains voice and face both.

“Split up.” Legend’s voice rasps, and there none of the melodic song that Time is used to hearing from this form of the vet.

Legend is pale, far too pale.

“What’s-”

“Wind’s world.” Warriors tells him. “Water here is toxic.”

The water is toxic. The water, which mer have to breath to stay alive, is toxic.

Time’s gaze shoots to the vet but there’s only a flick of gold and pink as he disappears beneath the waves. Warriors groans.  “He keeps doing that! I swear, I have no way of knowing if he’s even still there, but he still insists on disappearing like the little shit he is.”

Usually, Time would scold his brother for such a tone, but he knows that Warriors is just sacred. He’s terrified, and it leaks into his voice and his actions, and the only way that the soldier knows how to hide the fear is by biting back with venom, not dissimilar to the vet’s own actions.

They swim together, searching and calling out for the two missing heroes. Hope is beginning to fade and Time can feel a gnawing fear eating away at his heart as he thinks of the gaping wound in his Pup’s side and the likelihood that Twilight would even be able to swim with it.

His pup’s chances aren’t high.

“Look!” Warriors shouts over the storm, jerking him from his thoughts as his eyes follow the captain’s pointing hand.

Pink bobs on the surface, backed by bedraggled and soaked black fur as Legend hauls Twilight’s limp form through the water.

“Pup!”

He’s taking the lad from Legend as soon as they’re in reach, and Legend seems to sag in relief as the weight is removed from his shoulder. “Was with Wild. Bring him to-” The vet wheezes and ducks beneath the water for a moment, coming up with a pained expression on his face. “Bring to shore. I’ll get Wild.” He gives them no time to respond, tail flicking as he disappears beneath the waves again.

Time and Warriors exchange a glance and head back to shore, supporting the weight of the rancher between them.

Wind and Sky have managed to get a virtual bonfire going on the shore, and the sailor has laid what blankets and bed-rolls he’s found of their equipment in front of it, allowing their dampened things to ry as he and the other three heroes bundle together for warmth.

It’s with a cheer that they al; greet Time and Warriors as the two emerge from the ocean, and Time can’t help but smile a bit in relief at seeing them all safe again. Only a little longer and Legend will be back with Wild, and then he can rest easy knowing they’re all out of the storm.

Rain still patters against already soaked skin and cloth, but with the fire flickering before them Time can’t bring himself to care over much.

Hyrule’s fingers shiver as they slide over the wound in Twilight’s side, cleansing it from the poisonous water that has soaked into the bandages, and while Twilight grits his teeth and winces, he’s at least conscious enough to do so, and that alone brings some peace to the others.

Warriors informs the others of the whereabouts of their two missing brothers, and Time helps to settle Twilight on one of the warming bedrolls. It made still be wet, but it’s better than getting sand in the pup’s wound.

They wait in tense silence, bundled together to share heat as nervous gazes watch the shore. Wind hasn’t stopped muttering under his breath and Four isn’t doing much better with his half formed sentences and steady murmurs.

It’s only when Wild’s golden hair can be seen on the shore that they all release a breath of air.

Cornflower blue is wide and glazed, likely from shock, but it doesn’t stop the champion from reaching back into the waves to pull out his companion.

Legend is a mess.

The veteran gasps and splutters for breath once he’s free, skin a sickly shade of white and eyes just as glazes as Wild's own as the two clings to each other, and when the two stand together Legend is leaning heavily against the shaking champion, and it’s only through sheer luck that Time and Sky get there in time to catch them before the duo collapses back into the waves.

Wild curls against Time’s chest, fingers shaking and eyes blank as the man carries him back to the fire. Legend doesn’t even stir, lying limp in Sky’s hold as the Skyloftian bustles back to join the other heroes.

Nothing is said about the glistening tail that fades into legs once Legend is warmed and dried, and even if anyone had dared the stern gaze of the first of their number would have been enough to silence them.

Violet blinks hazy and distant beneath the warmed fabric of Sky’s sailcloth, but they are all safe. They are all safe and they are alive.

“Thanks to Legend.” Wild whispers when he comes back, head resting against Times collar bone. “Without him I would have never got Twi back to shore.”

“Three cheers for the vet.” Wars forces a smile, and while the cheers are heartfelt and thankful, they do nothing to lighten the mood.

Legend doesn’t even seem to hear them.

[bigskydreaming]

Headcanon that everyone within the family may think of Dick as the one most in their father’s favor, but Dick is keenly aware that the general public thinks of him as their father’s ‘Consolation Prize.’

After all, when from their perspective he’s the one Bruce raised since he was eight as his ward, with that dissolving when he was eighteen and very little perceived contact between the two of them for years after that, while Jason was adopted soon after being taken in and Dick was then later adopted years after Jason’s death, without any public fanfare.....

What does that look like other than Bruce ‘settling’ for the son who didn’t appear to be his first choice, just chronologically first, once he lost Jason but still needed/wanted an heir, as he was getting older and the general public still didn’t know yet how closely tied Tim was to the family or that it wouldn’t be long after this that Bruce adopted him too?

Now granted, you can definitely perceive the above as overly angsty and not the only way this situation was likely to be perceived outside the family, but my point is more that like.....nobody ever presumes that the general public are overly kind or generous in their views or assumptions about the Wayne family behavior. I just don’t buy that people assumed there was some optimistic explanation for the way things appeared here, or that people just went “oh its probably because the kid who grew up in that house the longest just doesn’t WANT to be adopted by the billionaire and have all the security that brings, and that’s also clearly why he lives in Bludhaven of all places and a shitty apartment building at that.”

I mean, no matter what WE the readers may know of Dick’s personal priorities and how little he cares about where he lives or that Bruce would have willingly paid for him to have a better place to live if he really wanted it, is that what people are most likely to assume, based on appearances?

Anyway, I’m just saying, I bet it bugs the crap out of Dick to hear his siblings casually refer to him as so obviously enjoying favored son status and being the clear apple of Bruce’s eye, as he’s like, cue internal monologue: gee, sure wish I was as confident of that back during the years he seemed to want nothing to do with me.

Like I’ve said before, I think Dick isn’t actually super insecure and his insecurities such as they are mostly revolve around how his family and friends perceive him, not the general public.....BUT I do think that with as high profile as the Waynes are, there’s no way that nobody picked up on how little contact Dick and Bruce had in the continuities where they literally went over a year without even speaking to each other....and like, felt free to draw their own conclusions.

 And I do think this is also part of why I default to thinking a lot of canon takes and headcanons tend to gloss over how shitty Gotham public could be in their views/treatment of Dick. Like just because Dick was basically trained from birth to be able to work a room and entertain people while in their direct presence, that didn’t actually make him ‘one of them’ in their eyes, and I reeeeeeaally don’t think you can actually underestimate the pettiness and jealousy one percenters feel when they see someone they inherently view as lesser than them - as they would’ve viewed both Dick and Jason due to their lower class births - like....’leap frogging’ over them into greater wealth via being taken in by Bruce. 

Like, idk, maybe it just comes from having been a scholarship kid who went to a richy rich private high school attended mostly by the children of senators and hotel-chain owners, lol, but like.......I can not for a second picture Gotham’s upper class actually LIKING Dick or being as charmed by him as they frequently are depicted as, just because Dick knows how to be charming and likable. Like they might play it that way when in public at a gala, for appearances or whatever....but the second he turned around they’d be badmouthing him at juuuuust a high enough volume to ensure he’d be able to HEAR them but not be able to call them on it without it looking like he went back and provoked a scene over something ‘nobody else around them heard them say’ or whatever. Just to make sure that no matter how well he came across in public social settings, he never ‘forgot his place’ or whatever or forgot that they were all too aware of it too.

And also also, it always kinda bemuses me that as much focus as the Court of Owls and Talons get in Dick’s narratives in canon and fic, that we’ve barely ever seen any examination of what the Court retroactively means for Dick’s years growing up around upper class Gothamites who likely included more than a few Court members.....like, we KNOW years later that like, all along there were these people who even without knowing who Batman and Robin were, like, knew Dick Grayson was their ‘Gray Son’ and intended to claim him as their weapon someday, and you can’t tell me that wouldn’t have factored into how they viewed and interacted with a child and teenage Dick Grayson as they attended many of the same social gatherings and functions. OR that Dick himself in the aftermath of the Court of Owls reveal, didn’t look back at his OWN childhood and reflect on how many creepy or uncomfortable encounters he had with various socialites that left him feeling decidedly skeeved out and not a fan of how they were looking at him or things they might have said to him, thinking themselves oh so clever for alluding to things he had no idea about......like, I imagine there had to be more than a few encounters from his younger years that always stuck with him, and after the Court of Owls revelation like....looked TOTALLY different to him, especially if he happened to know for sure that some of those very people were in fact Court members. BUT I DIGRESS.

All in all though it all circles back to the same thought for me.....people might have been polite to Dick’s face when he was growing up, but they most likely had plenty of shit to say the second his back was turned, and I doubt they were afraid to be overheard by him. Especially in his later years, once people noticed how distant he and Bruce seemed to be, and thus perceived that as meaning that nineteen year old Dick Grayson wasn’t as ‘protected’ by Bruce the way he was when he was younger.....meaning the people who were most jealous of Dick’s ‘catapulting’ up the social ladder and eager to knock him down a peg because of that, like....probably would have looked at the relative lack of contact between he and Bruce as far as anyone could publicly tell, and felt emboldened enough by that to up their snide whisper game with shit like gossipping about how oh, the Grayson boy may be back in Gotham again, but we all know he’s just poor Brucie’s consolation prize anyway, why, if he really cared all that much about the boy, he’d hardly have ever let him run off to Bludhaven of all places, without even making sure to staple the advantages and opportunities granted by the Wayne name to him the way he made sure to right off the bat with the younger one.....

So yeah. There’s my angsty musings on how Dick likely is perceived by Gotham public at large, and how his interactions with them - especially when NOT around Bruce and Jason and the rest of his family....probably very much does not match up with what they assume public perception of Dick is, given that in their eyes ‘everybody loves Dick Grayson,’ but in Dick’s experience ‘everybody may be charmed by Dick Grayson while he’s doing his best to be charming,’ but don’t mistake that for acceptance. Not when Gotham’s public are just as likely to dismiss him as the second choice Wayne heir and consolation prize to make themselves feel more important/elevated than him the second their own insecurities have them feeling intimidated by the wealth, power and prestige Dick does actually share in by virtue of being part of Bruce’s family.