#other than bragging rights ig

[greenshi]

I've seen some other people doing this so fuck it

Welcome to Greenshi's Blorbo Brawl

[vaugarde]

okay so as a gen 5 stan who does adore the story in bw and bw2, and now that gen 5 has experienced both a vicious hatedom that wouldnt hear a single positive thing about the games, and now a super protective fandom that insists they were perfect and had zero flaws... can we admit now that the bw1 story at least was. a little mid.

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Baby Boy Darling!

—Your boyfriend turning into a little baby? What are you going to do with him?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Ranpo, Jouno X Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: Mildly rushed but acceptable ig!

↳Osamu Dazai

"You know... I don't think this is a good choice for a bedtime story"

The little infant in your arms looked at you curiously. He wasn't old enough to make any sounds other than crying, but the martyred expression he was wearing and his firm grip on your thumb displayed his intention with no complicacy. Nevertheless, that didn't stop you from putting the suicide manual on the nightstand.

"Now now, don't look at me like that. I'm a good babysitter, and a good babysitter doesn't teach babies ways to kill themselves"

You gently caressed his puffy cheeks. "I'm also a generous babysitter, which is why I don't slap your hand away when you grab my boobs"

His gaze fell on his small chubby hand that was trying to get a hold of your breast. It was a good thing you had a T-shirt on, or with the way he was trying to cup them they would've been bleeding by now.

"I'm sorry honey, I don't think you can hold them anymore. Your hands are just too tiny!"

He whined and pouted in response.

"I know! I'm sad too. C'mon, smile a little for me will you? Smile for your mommy"

If he was still an adult, he would have rolled his eyes and smiled, but he wasn't. He was just a cranky baby who was probably planning your murder in his cute little head.

"Get it? Mommy? I'm your mommy! God you didn't have a sense of humor when you were a child did you? I miss my kind, loving boyfriend"

He looked at you unfazedly.

"Alright, how about I sing you a song? Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you aaaaaaaa— ah!?"

Dazed, you looked down at your baby boyfriend with widened eyes, only to find him staring back at you while his mouth was on your right breast. He was trying to suck on it, but that wasn't easy when it was covered with two layers of clothes, your bra and your T-shirt. Your eyebrows jumped in surprise.

"Wow, you still like the right one better?"

↳Fyodor Dostoyevsky

"So this is the power imbalance they were talking about huh?"

The violet eyed infant stares at you blankly, having a "it won't be this way for long" look in his eyes. You're holding him in front of you while sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the cheekiest grin you could ever wear.

"No wonder you were so crazy about it. Having somebody wrapped around your finger... feels awesome!"

Still the same bored look.

"giving me the cold shoulder now? I'm just using simple logic to prove my point-which is also what you used to do. I'm saying that from this moment, you're totally and completely dependant on me"

Fyodor tilts his head to the side and gives you a weird look, tempting you to imitate his gesture. A strong feeling is causing you to brag about the current situation and tease him, and you're willingly giving into it.

"Alright. Since I'm the one in charge now, I'm setting a few ground rules. No more acting all workaholicly and staying up until late. No more skipping meals, mister. Im gonna feed you with my special milk, hehehe~ Also, I've got some confessions to make"

It's probably a bad decision to bring these up right now, but you're too captured in the heat of the moment to realize that.

"Ok. I've been trying to tell you this for quite a while. The truth is... I'm pregnant"

The unfazed look is still on.

"Yeah, that was a lie. The real truth is... I was the one who ate all your snacks"

Still no change in his expression.

"...But I assume you already know that. Ugh, keeping secrets from you is such a pain... could you not figure me out for just once?"

Fyodor doesn't seem very eager to respond. He's already very annoyed with how things have turned out and is not really in the mood to joke around. You come to that conclusion when he touches your forearm with his chubby little hand.

"You're gonna activate your ability and kill me, aren't you?"

↳Nikolai Gogol

"Quiz time!!"

Your baby boyfriend whines in annoyance.

"Who's gonna get paid one in his own coin and suffer like I did every time he teased me?"

You flash him a cocky smirk, matched with the way you're looking at him from above as he's lying on the bed. You're standing next to the bed, happier than you could ever be, planning all the steps of your revenge as you trash talk to him.

"That's right. It's no one but youuuuu! Hahahahaha!!"

Nikolai wants to prove to you that he's still strong and nobody can defeat him, but he realizes there's noway he can imply that other by a sulky attitude, which he reluctantly suffices to.

You hold his favorite snack in front of him and shake it, smiling wildly. "Come on darling! Have some! Eh? What are you waiting for? Awwwww! You can't? Then I'll help myself!"

You shoved the entire thing in your mouth and laughed hysterically.

"Nom nom* tastes nom* heavenly! No wonder you never let me have a bite!"

Nikolai is starting to feel a little guilty now. He didn't know that his teasings have made you a spiteful whore.

"You hate babies so much, and now you are one! That's the scariest punishment itself! Can you feel the power of karma? It's a bitch, ain't it? Well, now that you can't talk anymore, I have something to say to you!"

You bend over until there's a small gap between you, pointing at his tiny figure. The bullying attitude is all gone and instead, there's soft glare lying in your eyes.

"I want one of these. Give me one when you get back, Kolya"

You're wrong. This is the scariest punishment.

↳Saigiku Jouno

"Thank you for the meal!"

Jouno is upset. There are many unfortunate things happening for him at the moment. He doesn't like to be a baby. He doesn't want to be unable to do anything other than crying, pooping, eating and sleeping. More importantly, he doesn't want to feel your teeth on his cheeks.

"Mhm, so soft and squishy!" You smile sweetly and look at his puffy cheeks, stained with your bite marks in crimson. "I could just eat you up now, 'giku. You taste so sweet!"

Anyone who hears this would be happy and blush slightly, but Jouno wasn't one of them, as he tilts his head and looks away, having the most adorable pout on his lips.

Grumpy as always.

"C'mon now, it's not that bad! Look on the bright side! Everyone will have to do everything for you since you can't do it yourself"

Jouno tilts his head back, his eyebrows jumped in surprise.

"Right, that wasn't a really good example of the bright side"

Sighing, you lay next to him on the matress, hands traveling through his white locks. His muscles relax a little bit as he gives into your warmth, nuzzling his head in your chest. You hum with a soft beam, inhaling his baby scent.

"You smell very nicely too, 'giku. Don't be too depressed about this. It's not the end of the world. We'll find a way to turn you back eventually. Plus..."

You lightly pat his back, pressing a lingering kiss on his forehead. "I can have you all to myself, since you can't go on any missions and leave me here all alone anymore"

Yeah, Jouno thinks, maybe it's not that awful after all.

↳Ranpo Adogawa

"Ouch! Why you- let go of my hair you aggressive baby!"

Ranpo cries a whine out and pulls your hair harder, leading you to scream back even louder.

"Stop it! What is wrong with you? I dont care how upset you are, I'm not gonna give you any sweets- ow ow ow!! Ranpo- I said let go of my fucking hair you dumbass!"

Your angry shout startles the dark haired baby. It's not just that he's little, you'd never talked like this to him before. Slowly loosening his grip on your hair, he starts sobbing quietly, covering his face with his chubby hands. This breaks your heart.

"Nooo... I'm sorry sweetie! Mommy- Aunty- god I dont even know what I am to you anymore! Whatever- I'm sorry ok? But you can't eat sweets baby boy, you're smart enough to know that, right?"

Smart enough to know that?? Huh!

Ranpo sees right through your little plan. He knows all these little tricks inside out- hell he was the one who taught you all of them; but what pisses him off is how it's working on him even though he knows your true intention.

The smirk you've been holding back shamelessly appears on your face when he wears a serious expression, nodding like someone who's given an important task and is determined to do it carefully and correctly, then points at your boobs.

Your smile instantly fades away.

"Shit. I'm not doing that"

↳Chuuya Nakahara

"Your struggle is hilarious to me"

Baby Chuuya watched you with a threatening glare. He was clearly unhappy about this situation, and you enjoying his frustration was not going to help him at all.

"I know you really need it right now, but honestly, I don't think your little tummy can digest that"

Merely ignoring you, he tried to open the bottle of wine he was struggling to hold with his chubby feet; but every time he pulled, the bottle would slip out of his not so tight grasp. He couldn't use his ability on it, since the bottle would sink into his little body. He couldn't even roll over on the bed, and his so called nanny was laughing instead of helping him.

Forget about all the things he'd been through. This was the true misery.

"Alright. Give me the bottle"

He didn't seem to agree, because he immediately hugged the bottle with all the strength he had, like it was his dearest thing. Your serious expression showed that you weren't going to give up either.

"You give me that bottle mister or you won't get extra milk tonight"

Reluctantly, he opened his arms and you snatched the bottle, putting it somewhere high. When you turned around, you saw him sulking.

"Don't be like that baby, you know you can't drink that right now. I thought you were a reasonable person hmm?"

The cute pout resting on his lips made you giggle and bend down to kiss his cheek. He was still pretty upset, so he looked away from you. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about the little blush on his face.

You carefully held him up and looked at his tiny figure. His long hair was gone and instead, there were short ginger locks on his head. His bluebell eyes however, hadn't changed one bit, still as gorgeous as ever.

You smiled at him. "You want me to throw you up?"

He looked oblivious. He probably knew what you were talking about, but hadn't figured out whether you were serious or not.

Shaking your head to the side, you tightened your grip on his waist before throwing him up in the air, and catching him before he fell on the ground. He got so excited that he started laughing, letting out adorable baby noises.

"Aww, you like that huh? want me to do it again?"

He blinked.

"Ok! Three, two, one! Whoa!"

Chuuya had jumped higher than this before, but not once did he feel the thrill he was experiencing now. He was having the time of his life, flying in the air with no effort. Every time you threw him up, his mouth got opened wider, wider, and wider,

until vomit came out of it, landing on your chest.

There weren't any throwing and catching after that, since you were too busy looking at the vomit, shocked. But it wasn't him vomiting that caught you off guard, it was the vomit. It wasn't milk, it was wine.

"Ok, we need to talk about your drinking problem when you turn back to an adult"

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ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS - W. SMITH

paring: Will Smith x reader

word count: 3.4k

requested? no

warnings: use of y/n. slight smut? ig.

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The echo of blades slicing through the ice reverberated throughout the rink, mingling with the sharp clatter of pucks against sticks. Boston College's hockey arena was a hub of activity, with the men's and women's teams often sharing practice times. Will Smith, the star forward of the men's team, was in the midst of a grueling drill, his focus unwavering as he maneuvered the puck with skillful precision.

On the other side of the rink, Y/N Leonard was equally absorbed in her practice. As the captain of the women's team, she had a reputation to uphold. Her brother, Ryan Leonard, was a defenseman on the men's team and one of Will's closest friends. Despite their close connection, Y/N and Will's relationship was anything but friendly.

Their rivalry was legendary, a bitter clash of egos and competitive spirits that had brewed over the years. It was an open secret that they couldn't stand each other, always bickering and challenging each other on and off the ice. But beneath the surface of their animosity lay a secret even their closest friends didn't suspect—they were enemies with benefits.

--- --- --- 

Their first encounter had been a clash of wills at a party during their freshman year. The backyard of one of the off-campus houses had been transformed into a mini-rink for the night, complete with floodlights and a rowdy audience. Y/N, confident and fierce, had seen Will's cocky grin as he dominated the makeshift rink. Fueled by competitive spirit and maybe a bit too much beer, she had skated up to him and issued a challenge.

"One-on-one, Smith. Unless you're scared to lose to a girl."

Will had laughed, a sound that grated on Y/N's nerves. "You're on, Leonard. Let's see what you've got."

The stakes were high—bragging rights for the rest of the year. The game had been intense, filled with taunts and near-miss goals, ending in a narrow victory for Will. Y/N had been livid, her competitive nature unable to accept defeat gracefully. Their enmity was sealed that night, a rivalry born from mutual respect and a burning desire to prove themselves.

But as the months passed, their rivalry took an unexpected turn. Their heated arguments would often end in moments of undeniable chemistry, and one fateful night after a particularly intense game, their anger had erupted into something else entirely.

--- --- --- 

The game against Northeastern had been brutal, leaving both teams exhausted and irritable. The men's and women's teams had played back-to-back games, each fiercely contested and ending in narrow victories. The adrenaline was still pumping through Y/N's veins as she stormed into the locker room, replaying every missed opportunity and close call in her mind.

"Nice game, Leonard," Will's voice echoed through the empty hall, dripping with sarcasm as he followed her inside.

Y/N spun around, her eyes blazing. "What do you want, Smith? Here to gloat?"

Will smirked, stepping closer. "Just thought I'd congratulate you on not choking under pressure. For once."

The tension between them crackled like static electricity. Y/N's anger flared, her fists clenching at her sides. "You're such an asshole."

"Better than being a sore loser," Will shot back, his voice low and dangerous.

The words hung in the air, their breaths coming in short, heated bursts. Without thinking, Y/N closed the distance between them, her anger morphing into something else entirely. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, all the pent-up frustration and desire boiled over.

Y/N grabbed Will's jersey, yanking him down to her level. Their lips crashed together, the kiss fierce and demanding. Will responded instantly, his hands gripping her waist as he backed her against the lockers. The cold metal pressed into her back, a stark contrast to the heat of their kiss.

It was a clash of wills, their tongues battling for dominance as they gave in to the primal urge that had been simmering beneath the surface for months. Will's hands roamed over Y/N's body, his touch igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny. She tugged at his jersey, needing to feel his skin against hers.

They broke apart briefly, gasping for air. Y/N's eyes were wild, her lips swollen from the intensity of their kiss. "This doesn't mean anything," she panted, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and defiance.

"Right," Will agreed, his voice equally breathless. "Just blowing off steam."

Their mouths collided again, more urgent this time. Y/N's hands found the hem of Will's jersey, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Her fingers traced the hard planes of his chest, savoring the feel of his muscles tensing under her touch.

Will's hands were equally busy, sliding under her jersey and up her back, pulling her closer. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them almost unbearable. Y/N's head spun with the intensity of their connection, every nerve ending on fire.

Somehow, they managed to shed the rest of their clothes, their desire too overwhelming to care about the cold or the hard floor beneath them. Will's hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her skin as if memorizing it. Y/N responded in kind, her nails digging into his back, leaving marks in their wake.

When Will finally entered her, it was like a dam breaking. The sensation was almost too much, a mix of pleasure and pain that left her gasping. They moved together in a frantic rhythm, their bodies finding a natural sync despite their previous animosity.

It was raw, intense, and utterly consuming. Y/N had never felt anything like it, every touch, every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She clung to Will, her fingers tangled in his hair, as they reached the peak together.

In the aftermath, they lay tangled on the cold floor, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the locker room. Y/N's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—desire, confusion, and a lingering sense of defiance.

Will broke the silence first, his voice surprisingly gentle. "This changes nothing, you know."

Y/N nodded, her resolve hardening. "I know. We're still enemies."

"Right," he agreed, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes as he looked at her.

As they dressed in silence, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. They had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed.

--- --- ---

Sneaking around had become second nature to them. They'd find isolated corners of the rink or meet in the early hours of the morning when the campus was quiet. Despite their constant bickering, they couldn't deny the magnetic pull between them.

Their secret meetings were a mix of passion and frustration, each encounter leaving them more confused and conflicted. They were enemies, rivals on and off the ice, but in those stolen moments, they were something else entirely.

One night, after a particularly grueling practice, Y/N received a text from Will.

Will: Meet me at the old equipment room. Midnight.

Y/N's heart raced. She knew she should ignore him, and should put an end to this dangerous game they were playing. But something about Will drew her in, and she found herself unable to resist.

The old equipment room was tucked away in a forgotten corner of the arena. It was their sanctuary, a place where they could be together without prying eyes. Y/N slipped inside, her breath visible in the cold air. Will was already there, leaning against a stack of crates.

"You took your time," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Had to make sure no one followed me," Y/N retorted, closing the door behind her.

Will's eyes softened as he approached her. "You know, we don't have to keep doing this."

Y/N sighed, her resolve wavering. "I know. But... I can't stay away."

"Neither can I," Will admitted, pulling her into his arms.

Their kisses were desperate, fueled by the fear of being discovered and the intensity of their hidden emotions.

--- --- ---

As the season progressed, tensions on and off the ice began to mount. Boston College was preparing for a series of critical games that would determine their standings in the league. The pressure was immense, and both the men's and women's teams were feeling the strain.

Y/N and Will's clandestine relationship became increasingly difficult to maintain. The late-night rendezvous and stolen glances were no longer enough. Their teammates began to notice the tension between them, though no one suspected the true nature of their interactions.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, Ryan confronted Y/N. "You've been acting weird lately. Is everything okay?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure how to respond. "Just stressed about the games. It's nothing."

Ryan frowned, not entirely convinced. "If you say so. Just remember, you can talk to me about anything."

Y/N forced a smile. "Thanks, Ry."

Later that night, Y/N received a text from Will.

Will: We need to talk. Meet me at the equipment room.

As Y/N made her way down the dimly lit hallways of the arena, her nerves grew. She wasn't sure why she felt so anxious. This was supposed to be just another one of their secret meetings, another chance to lose themselves in the intensity of their connection. But something about Will's message had set her on edge.

She pushed open the door to the old equipment room, her breath hitching as she saw Will standing there, his face shadowed by the dim light. His expression was serious, almost pained, and her heart sank.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice heavy with emotion.

Y/N took a tentative step closer, her eyes searching his. "What is it, Will? What's wrong?"

Will took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her stomach twist. "We need to end this, Y/N. We can't keep doing this."

The words hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving her reeling. "What are you talking about? Why?"

Will ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "This... whatever this is, it's messing with our heads. We can't focus on the game, and it's only going to get worse. We need to stop seeing each other. For good."

Y/N felt a surge of confusion and anger. "So that's it? You're just going to walk away?"

"It's not that simple," Will said, his voice strained. "I care about you, Y/N. But this is too much. We're hurting ourselves and our teams. We have to think about what's best for everyone."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes, her mind racing. "You think ending things will make everything better? What about us?"

Will's expression softened, a flicker of pain crossing his features. "There is no 'us,' Y/N. We're enemies, remember? We can't pretend this is something it's not."

Y/N's anger flared, her heart aching with a mix of hurt and betrayal. "You think I don't know that? But you can't just turn off your feelings like a switch, Will. This isn't just about the game."

"I know," Will whispered, his voice breaking. "But it's the only way."

They stood there in silence, the weight of his words hanging between them. Y/N's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each one more confusing than the last. She wanted to scream, to fight, to make him see that what they had was real. But the look in his eyes told her that he had already made up his mind.

"Fine," she said, her voice trembling. "If that's what you want."

Will nodded, his expression resigned. "It's for the best."

Without another word, Y/N turned and walked away, her heart heavy with the weight of their decision. She didn't look back, couldn't bear to see the finality in his eyes.

--- --- --- 

The days that followed were a painful blur for Y/N. Every time she and Will saw each other, the air between them was thick with unresolved tension. Their once heated banter was replaced by uncomfortable silence and awkward glances. It was clear to everyone around them that something was off.

During practice, Y/N could feel the weight of her teammates' curious eyes on her. They whispered among themselves, speculating about the sudden change in her demeanor. Her game was affected too—her usual precision and focus were marred by hesitation and distraction.

At one point, her coach pulled her aside. "Y/N, your head's not in the game. What's going on?"

"It's nothing, Coach," she lied, forcing a smile. "Just... personal stuff."

The coach gave her a knowing look but didn't press further. "Get it together, Leonard. We need you at your best."

Ryan, however, was not so easily deterred. He had noticed the tension between Y/N and Will and couldn't shake the feeling that something significant had happened. After a particularly tense practice, he cornered her in the locker room.

"Y/N, what's going on with you and Will?" Ryan asked, his voice low but insistent. "You two have been acting weird for days."

Y/N sighed, knowing she couldn't keep lying to him. "Ryan, it's complicated. Can we talk about it later?"

"No," Ryan said firmly. "We talk about it now. You're my sister, and I need to know what's going on."

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes filling with tears. "Will and I... we were seeing each other. But it's over now."

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise. "You and Will? Why didn't you tell me?"

"We didn't want anyone to know," Y/N admitted. "It was complicated, and we thought we could handle it. But it all fell apart."

Ryan's expression softened, his anger melting into concern. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I had no idea. Are you okay?"

"No," Y/N said, her voice breaking. "I'm not okay. It's been really hard."

Ryan pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her protectively. "I'm here for you, Y/N. We'll get through this together."

--- --- --- 

The tension between Ryan and Will simmered beneath the surface, threatening to boil over with each passing day. Ryan couldn't shake the anger that burned inside him, the betrayal he felt on behalf of his little sister.

After practice one evening, Ryan approached Will, his expression dark and stormy.

"We need to talk," Ryan said, his voice low but charged with emotion.

Will tensed, bracing himself for the confrontation he had been dreading. He knew he had hurt Y/N, but facing her brother's wrath was a whole new level of guilt.

"Look, Ryan, I know you're angry," Will began, his voice strained. "But you have to understand..."

"Understand what, Will?" Ryan interrupted, his voice rising with frustration. "That you broke my sister's heart?"

Will winced at the accusation, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like a ton of bricks. "I never meant to hurt her, Ryan. I care about her more than anything."

"Then why did you end things?" Ryan demanded, his eyes flashing with anger. "If you care about her, why did you walk away?"

Will struggled to find the right words, his guilt and remorse threatening to choke him. "It's complicated, Ryan. We were hurting each other, and I thought it was for the best."

"For the best?" Ryan scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think breaking her heart was for the best?"

Will shook his head, his own frustration mounting. "I don't know, okay? I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was protecting her."

"Protecting her?" Ryan repeated, his incredulity turning to rage. "From what, exactly? From you?"

The accusation hit Will like a punch to the gut, leaving him reeling with guilt and shame. He had thought he was doing what was best for Y/N, but now he saw the pain he had caused, the damage he had inflicted on the woman he cared about more than anything.

"I screwed up, okay?" Will admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I never should have let things get this far. I never should have hurt her."

Ryan's anger softened, replaced by a flicker of sympathy. "You hurt her, Will. But you can still fix it. You can still make things right."

Will nodded, determination burning in his eyes. "I will. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right with Y/N."

Ryan studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable. "You better, Will.”

With that, Ryan turned and walked away, leaving Will alone with his thoughts and his guilt.

--- --- ---

After yet another practice filled with tense interactions and awkward silences, Will knew he couldn't continue to avoid confronting Y/N. He needed to talk to her, to try to make things right between them, even if it meant facing her anger head-on.

As the rest of the team filed out of the locker room, Will lingered behind, waiting for the opportune moment to approach Y/N. When the room finally emptied, he took a deep breath and approached her, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Y/N, can we talk?" Will asked, his voice tentative.

Y/N's expression hardened, her eyes flashing with anger. "I don't have anything to say to you, Will."

Will swallowed nervously, steeling himself for the confrontation that was about to unfold. "Please, just hear me out. I know I messed up, but I want to make things right."

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, her expression skeptical. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Will took a step closer, his eyes pleading. "By talking. By listening. By being honest with each other."

Y/N scoffed, her anger boiling over. "Honest? Like you were honest with me when you ended things out of nowhere?"

Will winced at the accusation, the guilt washing over him like a tidal wave. "I know I hurt you, Y/N. I never meant to. I was just... scared. Scared of what we were becoming, of how much I cared about you."

Y/N's anger softened slightly, replaced by a flicker of hurt. "So you decided to end things without even talking to me about it?"

"I know it was a mistake," Will admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I was wrong to push you away like that. I should have talked to you, tried to work through our issues together."

Y/N's walls began to crumble, her anger giving way to vulnerability. "I miss you, Will. I miss us."

Will reached out tentatively, his hand brushing against hers. "I miss you too, Y/N. More than you'll ever know."

For a moment, they stood there in silence, the weight of their emotions hanging between them like a heavy fog. Then, slowly, hesitantly, Y/N stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Will and burying her face in his chest.

"I'm sorry," Will whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Y/N nodded, her own tears mingling with his. "I forgive you, Will. But we have a lot of work to do if we're going to make this right."

Will nodded, his heart lighter than it had been in weeks. "I know. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

--- --- ---  

A few months had passed, and the day had finally arrived—the culmination of years of hard work, dedication, and sacrifice. As Will stood before the crowd gathered at the press conference, a sense of pride and accomplishment washed over him.

Surrounded by his teammates, coaches, and family, Will signed the three-year entry-level contract with the San Jose Sharks, officially beginning the next chapter of his hockey career.

But amidst the excitement and celebration, there was one person who stood out above all others—Y/N.

She stood by Will's side throughout the entire press conference, her hand clasped tightly in his, her eyes filled with pride and love.

As Will put pen to paper, signing his name on the dotted line, Y/N couldn't help but feel a swell of emotion. She had watched him overcome countless obstacles and setbacks, always pushing himself to be the best player he could be.

And now, as he embarked on this new journey with the San Jose Sharks, she knew that she would be there every step of the way, cheering him on from the sidelines, supporting him through the highs and lows of professional hockey.

As the cameras flashed and the reporters clamored for interviews, Y/N squeezed Will's hand, a silent promise passing between them. No matter where this new chapter took them, they would face it together, hand in hand, hearts intertwined.

this is all over the place oh well.

[ratlikeclown]

WIP Wolverine x femReader 18+

“God, do you ever suck on anything other than Wade’s dick and cheap cigars?”

He leaned in close to your ear and growled,

“Ya lookin to find out Princess?”

x Deadpool kinda eventually lmfaoooo

FemY/n is mid 20’s - early 30’s

Tw for depression and like drug use mentions ig

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Hello 👋 This is the first fanfic that I have written in over 10 years the brain rot is so unbelievably real for wolverine and deadpool rn

its a little embarrassing tbh lmfaoo

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I’m not really sure how to tag this tbh. I’ve never posted on tumblr. . It’s a little spicy and will get more interesting later. I just wanted to toss this small part out for readers to test the waters. Anyway um I’m not experienced writing y/n pov so please be nice.

Your friend, Wade Wilson, couldn’t take no for an answer. You knew that and yet you still had the audacity to tell him ‘no’ three times tonight. And about thirty minutes after you ignored his last phone call there he was, practically knocking down your door. It wasn’t like he couldn’t actually kick in your door, he was just being polite. 

The apartment buzzer went off. You sat up from your position on the couch, hoping he’d just give up and leave if you didn’t acknowledge him. Like a stray cat. Or a crackhead.

“Knock knock~” you heard his voice through the door. “I smell Hot Pockets and sadness I know you’re in there”

Gripping the arm of the sofa you waited hoping he’d have the common courtesy fuck off .You heard the door knob rattle. Dumbass.

With a click of the lock, your door swung open revealing Wade, grinning as he shoved his Baby Knife back into his coat.

“Wade, what the fuck? I told you-“

He clapped his hands loudly, interrupting you.

 “Let’s go Funshine Bear, the nights young and I’m not going anywhere without you” Wade marched past you, straight to your bedroom humming to himself.

“You look awful by the way, we’ll fix you up though.” He clicked his tongue and crooked a finger in your direction. You huffed angrily, sliding off the couch to follow him. 

You stopped in the doorway, almost refusing to step inside. He was elbows deep in your closet drawers, throwing clothes onto your bed, muttering his disapproval at every item he tossed.

You crossed your arms as you watched him. 

“Do you have anything that doesn’t look like you took it from the Walmart dumpster?” He pulled a drawer out from the dresser and dumped it on the floor. “You know the one I’m talking about, right? Where all the coke addicted bronies go to have a bone sess before band practice.”

You crossed your arms as you watched him. “Wade, I’m not in the mood to go out.”

You heard him sigh, but continued to riffle through your things. 

“That’s nonsense, the plot can’t continue with out you. Annnd we made these plans last week.”

He peeked at you from behind the open closet door. “I’m a little worried about you. You aren’t your chipper self lately”

“I’m just tired” You replied dismissively.

It wasn’t like Wade hasn’t been trying to cheer you up in his own way. For the last few weeks he’d text you obscure and quite frankly disturbing memes at 3 AM. Excitedly offer you drugs that he’s pilfered from the his blind roommate- (he knows you don’t do drugs, he just wanted to brag about stealing coke from Blind Al)

He’s also been sending you the strangest X-Men fan fiction. (His favorites were ‘old man yaoi’ including Professor Xavier and Magneto) Usually you eat that kind of stuff up, finding it funny that you knew some of the people that the fanfiction was written about, like a private joke between you and Deadpool. But worst thing he’s done has beencalling you almost every day and attempting to make plans with you, but you always seem to cancel last minute. So yeah, he has been trying. It just.. didn’t help.

Your eyes flickered to your wall of photos next to the closet door.  Pictures of your closest friends and family. Their arms around you laughing, smiling. Pictures of trips and silly outings that meant the world to you. You felt so much guilt and regret looking at them.

Depression was a bitch. It was like a rabid dog that wouldn’t let you get back on your feet. You felt it gnawing at you, causing you to lose interest in everyone and everything. You felt alone. Your eyes fell back to Wade, you watched your friend hard at work trying to match your shoes with a dress he had found. He was clueless. You couldn’t tell him any of this though, it would just make him worry more.

There was someone you did want to talk to though. To tell everything to. Someone that you had grown so close to the last few months.

You missed Logan.

This realization caused your face to heat and anxiety weld up in your chest. You balled your hands into fits thinking about that arrogant jerk. You’ve tried to be a friend to Wolverine. After all this wasn’t his reality. He was your timeline’s replacement. (Idk you should go watch the movie. I’m not explaining it.) and for a while, you thought you were friends.

Lately, if he wasn’t drunk and depressingly moody, he was angry and a massive dick. 

“Y/N? Look a little pink at the cheeks are you feeling OK?” Wade was now standing less than a foot from you, his brows furrowed. You hadn’t noticed him move.

Snapping back from your thoughts by Wades voice, you ran hands over your face as you turn towards the attached bathroom.

“Dude, I told you I’m just not feeling good-” You stepped into the bathroom and turned on the faucet “I don’t wanna hang out with-“

“Logan?”

“Your friends.” You finished. You felt your face flush deeper at his name being mentioned.

“That’s what I said” Wade followed you to the bathroom, but thankfully didn’t come in. He stood outside while you closed the door. 

“Trust me honey, I know he’s the embodiment of a sentient happiness starved cactus whose father never loved him but-“

You groaned, trying to avoid Wades ramblings you turned the water on full blast, drowning out the remainder of his sentence. You splashed water on your face and ran a comb through your hair. You heard Wade continue talking, almost to himself while also sounding like he was talking to someone else in the room  as well. Someone you couldn’t see. He did that often. It was creepy.

You swung the door open frowning.

“-sometimes he stabs me through the face to shut me up, but I know he does it because he’s not good with words.”

Wade smile faded when he saw your face. 

“It’s kinda hot”

“I don’t want to talk about it Wade.” You sat down onto your bed with a huff despite the pile of clothes and plastic hangers. You stared at your hands. You felt the overwhelming weight of your anxiety in your chest and stomach. Maybe you should go out. Maybe he won’t show up tonight. Maybe-

“You look like you wanna talk about it Friendo.”

Wade joined you by dramatically pushing all the clothes off the bed, making an even bigger mess of your room. He flopped down onto your bed stomach first, propping himself up by his elbows. He kicked his feet and smiled at you.

“I’m all ears.”

“I don’t know how to start” You admitted.

“Start with an ‘I feel’ statement” 

Another sigh escaped your mouth. How did you feel? It felt complicated. You met him a few months ago. At first he was rude and closed off. Then he slowly began to open up, sure you still bickered and fought like cats, but it had playful undertones. (‘Sexy undertones’ Wade had joked) When he was being genuine and open, it felt like you could talk to him for hours. Though he never spoke for too long, he would to listen to you earnestly. Up until a few weeks ago, that is.

“I feel like Logan hates me. I feel like he would rather huff paint thinner than have a decent conversation with me.”

Wade laughed. “Well that’s not true, I can’t get him to huff anything.”

You shot him a look.

“Listen, I invite Mr. Grumpy out every time. But he’s too busy sulking to get fucked up with us. He would rather get drunk and pass out in the floor of the apartment. He probably won’t even show up.” Wade gave you a reassuring look.

“If he does you’re gonna be there with me. We’ll leave if you feel uncomfortable at all.”

He rolled over and sat up, putting an arm around you.

“I’ve just noticed your mood lately I need you to know that I love you.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze.  “-and I miss getting fucked up with you.”

“Will you stab him for me if he’s mean?”

“Of course. I always have Baby Knife on me.”

“Fine. Let me get ready”

He jumped off the bed excitedly.

You pushed Wade out the door to get dressed, pausing in the doorway. “Wade?”

“Yes Friendo?” He turned on his heel

“I love you too bud”

He squealed as you closed the door.

~~~

You never understood why Wade wouldn’t just buy a car. He makes decent money (he doesn’t) and could probably afford a nice one. (He couldn’t) At one point you recall him having a weird hyperfixation with the Honda Odyssey (he fucked Wolverine in one) (allegedly)

Instead, you were climbing into the back of a dirty beat up taxi cab that his friend, Dopinder, drove for a living. At least you didn’t have to walk. Dopinder was a sweet guy, if not a little unhinged every once in a while. 

“You look quite beautiful tonight Miss Y/N” He complimented you as you settled in the back seat. You smiled at him, appreciating the comment. Wade had picked out your dress and you felt a little exposed and out of your element in it. It wasn’t anything crazy, just a slick black dress with a low neck line. The dress was short, ending a little above the knee. The problem was the slit up the side. You wanted to wear tights under the outfit but Wade insisted on fishnets. ‘You look like a goth baddie’  he had assured you, ‘Like a Hot Topic clearance rack version of Morticia Addams.’

Wade hopped in the front and immediately started to flip through the radio channels. Dopinder usually had on pleasant sounding Indian pop music but Wade settled on some heavily censored 90’s hip hop. 

The drive was rocky. Wade, who almost never kept his hands to himself, would grab poor  Dopinder while dancing along to the music causing the cab to swerve. A lot.

Having made it to the bar in one piece, you quickly scrambled out of the back, thanking the young man for the ride. 

Wade waited for you at the door.

~~~

The bar was loud and dark. One of those typical bars you see in movies, filled with moving bodies and cigarette smoke. Music pumped through the speakers with some people lingering near the bar while others swayed on the dance floor. Wade bounced through the crowd pulling you along towards the bar, where his group of friends took up half the bar area. You scanned the crowd nervously. No Logan. Your muscles relaxed, and you moved with a little more energy.

Wade greeted his friends with various enthusiastic greetings and crude gestures. You smiled in greeting and waved at a friend you recognized but sat down on a stool next to where Wade stood, him blocking you from most of the other bar patrons. There was a part of you that was a little disappointed that Logan wasn’t here. It made sense if he didn’t show up here, this bar was honestly more like a club, upbeat and energetic. He’s used to dark depressing dive bars, places you can drink yourself into a coma and not be bothered. But the few times he had shown up here you had thought that he enjoyed your company, for a little while at least. During times when the others were off doing dubious shit somewhere, he’d sit with you at the bar. You even managed to get him to dance with you once. That all changed recently. Something happened that caused him to be distant and often rude for seemingly no reason.

Everyone seems to be so happy to see Wade and he, them. You didn’t really know why you were here. It already felt overwhelming. You used to love coming here. Drinking and dancing, playing pool badly and belting out shitty country music karaoke with everyone. Lately, things have felt different. You’ve lost interest in a lot of the things you use to enjoy, spending your days just working and rotting in your apartment. This was too much.

Wade touched your shoulder causing you to jump.

“Hey we’re off to play some darts you in?” 

You smiled at your friend. “You really wouldn’t want me to play, you’d end up as the dart board.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time Sweetheart” Wade laughed, “we’ll be over there if you change your mind.” He made a heart with his hands and turned toward the group already making their way to the play area.

You sat quietly at the counter with a glass of something sweet and strong. You wanted to feel a buzz but you needed it to taste good. Your eyes scanned the crowd, people watching. You watched people dance and sway to the newest Kesha song blaring through the speakers. You witnessed a near fight over a pool game. You heard Wade’s laughter from across the room, his friends echoing along. You felt alone. It was your fault you told yourself. If you wanted to feel better you would’ve gotten up and joined your friends. But here you sat, being miserable on purpose. 

“Hey beautiful, mind if I joined you?” Your head snapped up meeting the face of someone you didn’t recognize. He was good looking, in a vanilla frat boy kinda way. With his backwards hat, sleeveless tank, skinny jeans and all.

But he smiled like a wolf.

“I’m sorry.” You tried to smile politely, but you had a twinge of anxiety growing in your chest. “I’m not really in the mood for company” 

The man smiled motioning to the bartender for a drink. “Can’t I just buy you a drink? “

“Really, I’m fine” You turned back to your drink, your eyes unfocused, hoping that if you just ignored him he’d leave. Your gut flipped when you heard him pull out the stool next to you. He wasn’t leaving.

“Come on babe, I can show you a good time”

“She said she ain’t looking for company bub.” A low voice growled behind you. A beer bottle came down heavily in between you and the creep. Your eyes trailed the hairy but beautifully sculpted arm to its owner, though you already knew who it belonged to. Logan. Even in this lighting you could see his rugged face. His hair was styled in its iconic cat ear shape. His beard was trimmed nicely combined with his thick muttonchops. His eyes were a little hazy but beautiful and dark. You met those eyes for a brief moment, he smirked at you before his gaze flickered to the other man.

 “Well?” He rumbled, barring his teeth.

“Naw, I was here first grandpa, you fuck off.” The frat guy stood up straight, trying to look intimidating.

“Trust me” Logan chuckled. He straightened cracking his knuckles before raising his fists and extending three razor sharp Adamantium claws from each hand.

“You don’t want none of this”

~~~

“You didn’t have to do that” you looked down at your glass avoiding Logan’s gaze. You heard him land heavily in the bar stool next to you. He tapped the counter signaling the bartender who was very clearly avoiding your side of the bar.

“I wasn’t going to have some limp dick creeping on you.”

“I was handling it” 

“You didn’t seem like you were handling anything Princess.” He scoffed.

You shot him a look. He smirked as he chugged his remaining beer, you couldn’t help watch his throat bob as he drank. He finished and loudly set the bottle down. He met your eyes and you looked away feeling your face heat violently.

“You thirsty princess?” He asked as the bartender set down two shots of something before scurrying away. He slid one glass your way.

“No thank you. I have my own drink”

You pushed the glass back his way. He eyed your almost empty cocktail and shrugged.

“Suit yourself” he took the glasses and knocked back both shots simultaneously slamming the glasses back down. After a few moments of silence, where you clearly felt Logan eyeing you the entire time, you sighed.

“I didn’t think I’d see you tonight Logan.” You admitted. Another beer had appeared in front of him, he took a swig. He eyed you, his eyes slowly trailing from your face down your body. They rested at the slit in your dress, exposing most of your fishnet covered thigh. You felt a ping in your lower belly, causing you to cross your legs uncomfortably. His eyes followed to movement. He licked his lips and met your eyes again smirking.

“Why didja miss me?”

You looked down at the growing piles of shredded napkins you had been anxiously ripping apart. 

“Yes” you said at last. There was no point in lying. You did miss him. Even seeing him now, clearly drinking away his problems, you couldn’t help but feel glad he was there with you. You were glad he scared away that creep, despite his now passive aggressive demeanor. You met his eyes again.

He snorted and tipped the beer to his lips.“You’re a fucking liar”

You felt your gut squeeze with anger. Why was he treating you this way? You didn’t ask him to step in to a play hero. You didn’t ask him for anything. You just wanted to get out of your shitty apartment for one goddamn night. You balled your fists and spun to face him fully.

“What. The. Fuck.” You clenched your teeth annunciating each word bitterly. “Is. YOUR PROBLEM”

“My PROBLEM,” he practically spat the word,

”is that I have to deal with your moody ass attracting the eye of every fucking creep in this place when you very fucking clearly don’t want to be here.” 

You threw your hands up angrily and gestured around the bar. 

“I didn’t want to deal with any of this Logan. I just wanted to go out with my FRIENDS, which I used to think you were one. I don’t fucking know what prick you had up your ass lately, but you sure as hell don’t act like you like me. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”

He was silent for a moment, studying your face, making it turn even redder. Then he laughed. He shook his head laughing and sloppily chugged his second beer.

You had enough. You needed to get away from him. You shoved yourself back, tipping the stool over in the process.

“Come find me when you figure out what you want.” You turned to leave. You made it a few steps before you heard Logan’s voice call mockingly.

“Nice dress by the way” 

You didn’t turn to look at him.

“Fuck you, Logan”

~~~

You ran your hands under cold water, leaning over the sink you splashed the water into your face and sighed. You looked into your mirrored face. This was a disaster.

Maybe if you just stayed in the bathroom you can avoid everyone until Wade was ready to leave. You felt bad that you ran off instead of finding him. You would’ve felt safe with Wade.

Your head was swimming, from the alcohol or the interaction with Logan you couldn’t tell.

The speaker above you crackled playing the opening notes to ‘Dirty Diana’, a favorite of yours. A banger Wade would say.

Without warning the door sung open and Logan stumbled in. 

“You’re in the wrong bathroom you drunk asshole” you snapped. His eyes met yours from a brief moment before he swayed slightly and took a step forward.

He pushed past you wordlessly and began kicking open the bathroom stalls. They were all empty. 

“Dude get out” You gripped the sink behind you, watching Logan warily. You knew deep down he wouldn’t hurt you but you obviously didn’t want him in here with you. He turned to you, taking a step forward.

”I needed to talk to you”

“Yeah, you could have waited til I got out of the ladies room??” 

“No.” he growled before in one swift movement he was in front of you, his arms on either side of the sink trapping you between them. Your breath came out in a shudder and your knees wobbled. This honestly was a thing out of a fantasy, something that you were embarrassed to admit you’ve thought about. You had been fighting your feelings for this big stupid man, stuck between thoughts of friendship and lust. God, he wasn’t helping with the latter.

“Logan”

“I’m sorry” he said looking as remorseful as he could under the circumstances.

“What did you need to talk about that couldn’t wait Lo?” You swallowed, gently lifting your hand and placing it on his chest, pushing lightly. His hands moved to your legs keeping you from pushing him further.

“Ya told me to find you when I figured out what I wanted”

“Yeah” You scoffed. “Enlighten me”

~~~

“I want you”

Logan leaned over you, his hands sliding up your thighs to rest on your hips. His fingers dug in lightly, the movement making your legs feel like jelly. You gripped his shoulders to steady yourself. He was so firm and warm under your hands.

His face was inches from yours, his expression unreadable in the low lighting. You smelled the smoke and alcohol on his breath.

“God, do you ever suck on anything other than Wade’s dick and cheap cigars?”

He leaned in close to your ear and growled, 

“Ya looking to find out princess?”

You felt a ping of desire sink into your lower belly as his hand moved from your waist.

Shivers went down your spine as his hands slid up your torso coming to a stop right below your breasts. One of his thumbs brushed upwards lightly, teasingly.

You sucked in a breath as he lowered his face to your neck and brushed a kiss to the sensitive skin. His facial hair tickling your jaw.

“Logan, you’re drunk.” You croaked out, pulling away slightly, your hands sliding from his shoulders. He moved with you.

You felt his lips brush your skin again, another kiss, before his thumb slid upward against your breast. Fuck. The wet heat between your legs was unbearable. You needed some sort of friction. You definitely noticed the pressure from his pants pressed against your stomach. So close, you just needed anything. You bucked your hips against his, almost involuntarily, causing a rumble to escape his throat. His thumb stroked again.

“That’s a good girl” His head bobbed lower dragging his tongue down as he kissed your neck. You could feel him smile as he sucked the skin of your collar bone in a way that would definitely leave a mark. Holy Hell. What was happening.

You were sick of your neck getting all the attention as you reached up to take his face in your hand. He practically melted at your touch, his breath hitching as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. You wanted him, needed his mouth on yours. You pulled his face up, a little roughly, to meet your gaze. You thought you heard him let out a little surprised chuckle from the movement. His eyes were half lidded as he met yours. He was drunk, and you realized, so were you. You leaned in, your lips feather light against his-

You jumped at Wade’s voice from the other side of the door, calling for you.

Shit. You dropped your hand away from his face.

Logan growled, low and angry. He abruptly took his hot hands from your body and leaned his head to your ear, you felt his lips against your skin.

“Some other time then, darlin’.” He pulled away from you swaying slightly, before grabbing his beer from the counter and yanking open the bathroom door.

~~~

Anyway, thanks for reading. I guess I don’t know if this is any good and I will be posting the rest on Ao3 eventually

[jackiepackiee]

hii :3 I'm new too Tumblr so idk if I'm doing this right but can I request chuuya and dazai headcanons with a famous reader (can be like s singer/idol or actress whichever you prefer tbh)

So umm.. sorry this took me forever 🫶🏻

𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 & 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - 𝓃𝑜𝓅𝑒

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈

Chuuya Nakahara

Absolutely adores you

Watches anything you’ve ever made

Some stupid play that you forget half the lines too? He thinks it’s incredible

Will do whatever you ask of him

Wanna sing a duet? He is (begrudgingly) holding a mic

Wanna practice lines? He’s more into the scene than you

Every time you come off stage he gives you a huge kiss

“That was astounding baby, better than before. Just perfect.”

Your number one fan

But… not a single other fan can know

He’s a dangerous man after all

“It’s for the best love.”

On the bright side? Any stalkers will be dealt with

No longer receiving death threats like most celebs do? It’s because of him

If you ask, he’ll deny it

If you write a song for him, he will cry

Like genuine tears

He’s never heard anything quite as beautiful

Expect princess treatment everyday

Dazai Osamu

I hc that he doesn’t use many nicknames for his true lover

But since you’re such a talent, he will call you “Angel”

Says it’s because the way you sing, dance, and act is like an angel that walks the earth

He’s easily addicted, you’re no exception

Will make the entire ada see your movie or show

They will love it, obviously

The type to brag unless he knows you’d rather stay private

Wouldn’t mind the attention of your fans, but knows it’s for the better if he’s in the shadows

No goddamn way he tells you about his past, not for a while

He would rather die (or live ig) then break your heart

Speaking of his issue, if he’s ever truly at the end of the line you can help

Your music is played when he’s crying to calm him down

But he’ll never tell you this

It’s his own secret

[axelsagewrites]

Jace Velaryon*Cocky

Pairing: Modern!Frat!Jace x f!reader

Summary: While originally being fast friends Jace ditches the reader to become part of the in crowd at university only to end up right back where he started. TW: Jace being a douche but redeeming himself, swearing, and stoner Heleana ig?

A/N: I saw headcannons for cocky Jace and my mind ran with it so I present cocky Jace.

Word count: 4240

Masterlist Here

Jace Velaryon was almost a legend at Kingslanding University. All his family were alumni of the school who were always making donations and appearing at university events. One of the student halls was named after his dad’s family, the Velaryon Court, and the Dragonstone library was funded by his grandfather and was engraved with his mother’s maiden name. No one was shocked when he pledged to The Fraternity of the Seven or when he became the youngest captain of the rugby team, a position nearly always held by a Targaryen or Velaryon. His cousins were also on the team and Jace, Aegon, and Aemond were always the talk of the school. The only reason he even went to university was to study business so he could take over the family business after his mother. The company that basically employed half of Westeros. It was no surprise that people wanted to be in with the Velaryon-Targaryen Crowd, but you had quickly learned it was far better to avoid them than share their company.

In first year, you shared quite a few classes with Jace and the other Targs, as everyone called them, and at first, he was nice. Hell, you were even kind of friends. He sat next to you in High Valyrian 101 and freshman English and every class he would text you first to see if you wanted a coffee from the canteen. He would genuinely try in class and attended your study sessions you held in your dorm with friends, and he was always the one who would bring the most snacks for people to share.

It had been his father that had encouraged him to join the family frat but even when he first joined it Jace was a normal guy. He didn’t brag when he made the rugby team or when he got into his frat. Something changed though halfway through freshman year. He stopped showing up to study sessions and instead just asked you to send him your notes. You were fine with it at first, figuring he was just busy with all his new activities. Until you realised his new activities was a girl called Sara Snow who made fun of you and your friends at every opportunity. Jace had known this but clearly, he didn’t care as he sat in class with her tongue halfway down his throat.

It only got worse over time. He basically dropped all of the friends he had made when he started and instead hung out with the senior in crowd who were happy to get a Velaryon in their mix. He stopped eating at the Canteen, turning his nose up at the coffee and insisting on ubering Starbucks to class. He was still passing his classes somehow, but you had stopped replying to his texts asking for notes and realised it was the only thing he still asked you about. The down to earth humble guy had died, and a new frat boy cocky athlete had taken its place.

Unlike Jace you had stuck with your first-year friends and now in senior year you were still best friends with them all. Alysanne, Arra, Lynara and you had formed a strong friendship group whom all shared a mutual hatred of the Targs. Well except for one. Heleana Targaryen was nothing like her brothers or cousins and had joined your group a couple of years ago. At first, she seemed so innocent and shy, but you soon realised she was just a massive stoner who had a special interest in bugs and women.  

The five of you were sat in the canteen eating lunch when Alysanne brought up the upcoming rugby game, “I have to go so you all have to go and we have to look cute.”

You rolled your eyes knowing exactly why she and Arra wanted to go, “You have an unhealthy obsession with Cregan you know?” you said nodding at the pair who were scrolling through Alysanne’s phone looking at outfits. “He’s not gonna see you when he’s mid game,”

“Maybe but,” Alysanne said with a smirk, “He’s been messaging me. So now we have to go support him and I have to look cute for when I not so accidentally bump into him after when he’s all sweaty and glowing from his win,”

“Aren’t they going up against the Dornish Academy? Aren’t they liking the ones who won the whole thing last year? Or was that someone else. Its hard to keep up when they talk about this crap at dinner,” Heleana said. You couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to have to put up with her family all year round.

“Yeah, but this year’s Jace is captain, so they’ll be way better than last year. Marston Waters was such a loser. And a creep,” Despite her obsession with Cregan, Alysanne did genuinely enjoy and followed the rugby team, something you couldn’t understand why. “He actually seems to know what he’s doing,”

“That’s only cause he’s a Valerian. No offence Hel,” you added, and she just shrugged, “If he wasn’t born with that silver spoon up his ass no one would care about him,”

“I mean yeah he can be douche,” Arra jumped in, “But he’s hot and he’s fit, and he can run really fast,”

You gasped in fake surprise, “Don’t tell me you’re falling for a Targ Arra,” you said as you clutched her arm, “Are you ill? Are you dying?”

Arra swotted your hand away as Helena chuckled to herself, “You’re just mad you fancied him in freshman year and he ditched you for Sara Snow,” Arra said.

You hated that she was right and sighed as you took your hand away. He had gone from being so kind to you to pretending he didn’t know you existed. Or maybe he really forgot about you. It didn’t help that Sara smirked at you every time she passed you in the hallway, clutching onto his arm even tighter the whole of first year.

All of this was clearly new information to Heleana since you had sworn them all to secrecy after freshman year. “You used to like my cousin? That’s so gross,”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered before quickly changing the subject, “So how mandatory is it we go with you tomorrow, Aly?”

“Like 100%. He’s invited me to the after party and told me to bring you all,”

“Cregan Stark knows who we are?” Helena asked.

Lynara snorted at her words, “Dude he’s, my cousin. Plus, everyone knows who you are Helena even if you wanna be a stoner loner so bad,” Helena rolled her eyes but couldn’t even argue with her since her last name was all over campus, “Plus Arra and Alysanne went to high school with me and Cregan. No clue how he knows you though,” she said nudging your shoulder.

“He’s probably just seen me hanging around you guys before or something,” you assumed which seemed to satisfy everyone’s curiosity, “Can’t we skip the game and just go to the party?”

Shock and offence plastered Arra and Alysanne’s faces, “Why do you hate me being happy?” Aly asked and you rolled your eyes, “Do you want me to die old and alone and surrounded by 15 cats?”

“Why 15 cats?” you asked, ignoring her question.

“Oh my god will you just please come to the game? If you come, you can be maid of honour and Cregan and mines wedding?” she offered prompted Arra to shout her protests.

You laughed as Arra continued her rant about how she was supposed to be maid of honour before interrupted, “Fine you have a deal. But know. im only doing this to piss her off,”

“You suck,” Arra deadpanned causing you to laugh more, “But as revenge I get to pick your outfit,” you groaned but not wanting to argue allowed it.

Shockingly her outfit choice for the game was fine but it was the outfit for later you worried about. Instead of worrying you tried your best to ignore the sinking feeling whenever your friends brought up the after party and actually tried to enjoy the game to appease Aly.

When the game was over everyone began to rush either on the pitch to talk to the players or out the stadium to get ready for the after party. You and your friends however were stuck trying not to get knocked down by the crowds as Aly swooped in for the kill. You watched her obvious flirting and hair tossing and arm grabbing. Arra was doing the same with a guy from the sulking Dornish team, but her eye lash batting seemed to put a smile on his miserable face. You watched in awe, “How do they do that?” You asked.

Lynara shrugged and tore her eyes off the rugby boys, “Flirt?” she asked, and you nodded, “I don’t know you just like do it,” she said to which you rolled your eyes at her unhelpfulness, “Its hard to explain. You touch their arm, butter them up, act like an idiot while batting your eyes. All the cliches really. Laugh at all their jokes. That kinda thing,”

“What if they’re not funny?”

Helena snorted as Lynara almost face palmed, “This is why your single,” Helena said, and you swotted her in response, “You can’t just talk to a guy about the history of Valyria and expect him to know that means you wanna fuck him,”

“All you do is talk about bugs,” you said as if it was some kind of defence for your own helpless love life. “Is that why you don’t get any?”

“I don’t get any because I don’t want anyone here,” she corrected, “But clearly you do so spill,”

“No, I don’t!” the warm blood rushing into your cheeks did little to convince the pair who started to laugh at your fluster, “This is why I hate rugby,”

“I’m wounded,” a voice said from behind you, and you quickly spun around to see your least favourite Targs standing there. Jace walked to stand in between you and Helena, draping his arm over both your shoulders but you quickly shrugged his sweaty arm off. “If you hate it, why were you cheering for me?” He grinned, not caring about the rejection or the way you wouldn’t even look at his stupid perfect grin.

“We came for my cousin,” Lynara said, and you’d never been so grateful to have a stark on your side.

Jace looked down at Helena, “What about your auntie? You here for him too?”

She snorted, “Please im here to watch the Dornes tackle my brother,” you couldn’t help but laugh as you looked over to where Aegon was getting checked over by the school nurse for concussion. The boy charged into everything blindly and you were shocked he still had any braincells left.

Jace laugh made you stop yours however, but his attention eventually turned back to you, “So if she came for her cousin and she came for her brother. Who were you cheering for?”

Before you could come up with a response or come back Arra and Aly returned with Cregan in tow, “I was just telling Cregan how we turned you into a rugby fan,” Aly grinned as she brought her future husband over.

Jace’s arm returned to your shoulder and a massive grin on his face, “Oh really!” he beamed, “I thought you hated rugby?” he batted his eyelashes like an innocent child, and you did your best not to hit his perfect face.

Shrugging off his arm yet again, and receiving a questioning look for Arra in the process, you scrambled for a response, “I guess its not as bad as I expected,”

Cregan’s smile unlike Jace’s felt genuine and not mocking, “Hopefully we can turn you into a mega fan by the end of the year. Are yous coming tonight? Who can turn down free punch?” and with that your friends committed you to an evening of drinking, fun, and rugby guys much to your dismay.

You tried your best not to ruin Arra’s and Aly’s moods as you all got ready for the celebration, but Lynara was texting you to make sure you were okay. You didn’t know why the whole thing with Jace still bothered you, but it did. And seeing him act so casually flirty and friendly today out of nowhere didn’t help.

Despite it all you stood outside the Fraternity of the Seven with your girls as you waited to get into the party. This was your first official Frat party, so Arra had insisted you looked the part with a tight short black leather skirt, tights, and long sleeve top. Aly’s had done you hair and makeup to match and it had felt good to get ready like this in the dorms. Despite the modesty of the outfit, you felt exposed as the frat boys at the door let yous in and your good mood was soon diminishing.

Aly’s was gone within seconds to join Cregan at the opposite side of the room and Arra was soon to leave as well to join some other guys. Lynara linked her arm with yours and began dragging you to the drinks table. “Beer or punch?” she asked as she grabbed you a cup and filled it with your choice before handing it to you, “You’ll feel better after you drink something,”

“Or I’ve got weed if you prefer,” Helena offered causing Lynara to roll her eyes.

You laughed as you began to drink the cheap alcohol, “Im good but thanks Hel. Im at least going to try and enjoy this,” and you did. You ended up sitting with Baela, who you still struggled to understand how she was related to Hel, and some of her friends.

You were sat on the arm rest of the couch facing the group with your legs resting in Hel’s lap. You did your best to join in conversation, but it was mainly just a couple words here and there not really knowing what to say so to keep your mouth busy you kept sipping your now third drink. As you were laughing at one of Baela’s stories you felt someone’s toned abs lean against your back. “What’s so funny?” Jace asked and you felt your body tense as he draped his arm over your shoulder.

Baela, who was still laughing filled him in on the story and Jace kept up with the conversation, not even acknowledging the position you were both in. Hel gave your foot a squeeze and looked at you as if to ask if you were alright and you nodded, knowing the scene she would cause if you hadn’t. Jace moved his hand to rest on your other shoulder, essentially locking you in place, and you could feel his smirk burning into the back of your head, but you refused to look at him. With Jace behind you you could feel so many eyes on you and you hated to think what they were thinking. Aly looked over and gave you a puzzled look but got distracted by Cregan as quickly as she looked.

At this point your mind was wondering, thinking of what to do or what was happening when Jace interrupted your thoughts, “You want another?” he said as he took your now empty cup from your hand.

“Huh? Oh yeah sure thanks,” you said and for a second it almost felt like freshman Jace getting you coffee again.

“Be back in a beat sweetheart,” and the thought died as quickly as it entered your head.

As soon as he had walked away Lynara had jumped up from her chair, grabbing your arm and pulling you off the couch with Hel following in tow. “Quick lets escape,” Lynara said as she dragged you to the other side of the room. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, im fine I was just like you know,” you said, and she nodded in response, “Isn’t he just gonna come find me?”

“Jace has the attention span of about 10 seconds,” Hel said and for whatever reason it only made you feel worse, “If you want, we can find Aly and Arra and ditch?”

“Nah its fine. I don’t wanna kill their vibe because of freshman stuff,” you said but your eyes were on Jace who was now making his way back to the couch with two cups and a very cutely confused look on his face. It almost made you wanna walk back over but when he looked up and you made eye contact you spun around to face the girls, “Let’s dance or something?”

“You wanna dance?” Lynara said shocked but quickly grabbed your arm dragging you to the dance floor before you could change your mind.

For a few minutes it actually took your mind off it all especially when Arra and Aly’s joined, finally ditching their guys for the evening. You lost track of how long you had been dancing but you were starting to regret not getting another drink, “Im gonna grab a drink be back,” you told Hel who just nodded before continuing her questionable robot dancing.

Once you arrived at the table you quickly poured your drink before deciding to down it and pour another. “Thirsty?” you snapped your head to the side to see Jace who must’ve only just came over. he stood beside you as he poured his own cup, “You wouldn’t have been so thirsty if you had waited for me to get back,”

“Lynara wanted to dance. I got distracted,” The lie slipped easily off your tongue as you began to drink your next drink, to increase the buzz you already had, “I didn’t think you’d mind,”

“I might be a Valerian but even we get offended when girls run away from us,” he said with his cocky grin but this time your buzz made you scoff in return, “What? You think we don’t have feelings?”

you rolled your eyes and briefly debated whether to just walk away but the cheap alcohol had obviously lowered your senses. “No, I think yous are all rich douchebags,” you said and Jace’s jaw slackened as his eyes widened. “Yous are all the same,” you continued despite any logic but you knew your freshman self would be proud, “Your daddy donates a few grand to the school, has your name plastered all over campus, and suddenly you think your mommy’s money somehow makes you the shit,” Jace went to say something but you didn’t stop, “So you ditch all your friends and skip all your classes and pick the bitchiest girls to date. Like seriously yous all chose the same mean girl in a different font its insane. Then you become rugby or football captains and spend all your time partying then take over your family business instead of the people that actually work for it,”

“That’s not fair,” Jace snapped when he could finally get a word in. his face was red, and he looked angrier than he had than during the whole rugby game. “Your barley knows me- “

“No but I do,” you cut him off, “Because you are all the same. And it’s a shame really cause you used to be really cool then you joined this stupid frat and started hanging around with Aegon fucking Targaryen and ditched all your friends to fuck Sara Snow,”

“I didn’t ditch you guys,”

“Im shocked you even remember us,” you snapped, and a silence fell between you both.

You turned back to your drink as Jace stewed in silence, “I didn’t mean to ditch you I just got busy and I-”

“I don’t really care what your excuse is Jace,” you cut him off as you sat your empty cup on the table, “It was fucking hurtful okay? You came to this school normal, and you turned into some Aegon Targaryen 2.0. We weren’t cool enough for you, I get it,” tears began to prick your eyes and threatened to spill but Jace just stood silently with his head hanging down. “I can’t believe I used to like you,” you said, and he suddenly looked up with his eyes wide and a confused look on his face, “Yeah, I know. Trust me to fall for the asshole. I shouldn’t have come tonight,” you said as you started to walk away.

You heard Jace say wait but instead you speed up and pulled out your phone to text Helena that you were leaving because of a sore stomach and began to walk home.

When you were halfway down the street you heard someone running behind you and glanced over your shoulder to see Jace had followed you. You tried to speed up, but he ended up in front of you, “You shouldn’t walk home alone drunk. It’s not safe,”

“Im not drunk,” you said, moving past him.

Jace only followed though, easily keeping pace with you, “Still. I don’t want you to get hurt,”

You snorted, “That’s ironic. What do you just wanna make fun of me? Is that why you were talking to me today? To laugh with your friends about it?”

“Gods you can’t think im that much of an asshole surely?” he asked but you stayed silent, “Look im sorry okay. I shouldn’t have just ditched you it was just like I- “

“You what? You started dating Sara Snow then suddenly I was invisible to you?”

Jace sighed and grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to stop walking despite your protests, “I only started dating her cause you kept rejecting me,”

This baffled you. You felt your head spinning and your whole world being flipped, “I never rejected you? You never even asked me out? What the fuck?”

“Are you serious?” Jace asked and you just shook your head confused. Jace let out a laugh and began to look around, “Oh my gods you’re an idiot,” you went to protest but he cut you off, “I was constantly flirting with you. Like the whole of first year. I got you coffee like every day,”

“Didn’t you get everyone coffee?”

“No!” Jace said and now you were both confused, “I got you coffee and always wanted to hang out and id come to your dorm all the time, but you kept inviting other people with,”

“We were studying!”

“I was trying to flirt with you!” Jace practically yelled as he flung his arms in the air, “I thought you were trying to let me down easy, so I started dating Sara to make you jealous and you didn’t care!”

The weight of it all mixed with the alcohol had hit you like a bag of bricks. “II just wanted you to be happy. I didn’t know,”

“You seriously didn’t know?” Jace had stopped yelling as well and suddenly it was as if his freshman self was standing in front of you. “And if you did know? would it have changed anything?”

It took you a long moment to answer, “I liked you too Jace. I always did. That’s why it hurt when- “

“I know,” Jace stopped you, stepping forward to hold your arms and force you to look at him, “But if you did know. if I had asked you out. Would you have said yes?”

The frat boy was completely gone now. Jace’s eyes bore into yours with a mix of sadness and hope only a puppy could have. His eyes scanned your dumbstruck face for any kind of answer. You didn’t know what to say. Instead, you leaned in without even thinking.

Your lips crashed onto his. It took a moment for Jace to realise what was happening but when he did, he was quick to catch up. His hands slid from your arms to the small of your back to hold you closer. You brought your own arms up to his shoulders holding on to keep your balance as his mouth danced with yours. You couldn’t help but shiver either from the cold or the kiss you couldn’t tell. When you finally broke apart his heavy breath fanned your face, and the heat made your skin tingle.

“I would’ve said yes,” you finally whispered back, and a smile began to tug at Jace’s lips.

He kissed your lips again, this time softer and only for a moment, “I’m sorry for- “

“Being a cocky lil shit?” you chuckled and Jace laughed this time at your insults, “I suppose you deserve to be a bit cocky,”

“Oh really?” Jace asked with a grin as he pulled you in closer, neither of you caring who could see you “Whys that?”

You hummed as your hands moved to his neck to pull his head closer to yours so you could whisper in his ear, “You’re the best kisser at this school,”

“That’s where your wrong love,” Jace corrected you as he moved his hand to your chin to pull your lips close to his so when he spoke, they brushed against yours, “I think you’re thinking of yourself,”

“You wanna have a contest?” You offered and without answering Jace closed the gap yet again. There you were shamelessly making out with the Rugby captain in the middle of the street while a bunch of frat boys started to cheer their captain on from the house. But they didn’t matter. You finally had the real Jace back.

[ncityprincess]

how doyoung would be as a boyfriend

minors do not interact!

-ok he seems like a total sweetheart to me 🥹

-pinterest bf vibes

-he would dote over you like a delicate flower idk

-you would never have to lift a finger

-he would be so proud to have you as a partner

-would absolutely flaunt you around to everyone in his life

-he would be so excited to introduce you to his family

-even if his hand feels sweaty and clammy in yours while he’s introducing you to his parents

-he’s still beaming inside because his parents can finally get to see how amazing you are

-he would be over the moon if you and his mom ended up being close with each other

-as an idol he would probably keep your relationship private

-doesn’t like to mix business with pleasure

-you’re his precious little baby that deserves to be protected from any unnecessary hate and conflict

-if he wasn’t an idol you would be all over his instagram page

-his phone would be filled with cute and cheesy couple pics either way

-would be more than happy to take all of your ig pics too if you were into social media

-idk why but i could see him having a couples youtube channel or something if he wasn’t famous 😭

-he would cherish all of the adventures and moments you guys share

-i can’t stress enough how protective he would be over you

-he would literally do small but meaningful acts of service

-like warming up your towel in the dryer while you’re in the shower so that you can be warm when you dry off

-or save your starbucks, chipotle, etc order to his notes app so he doesn’t forget it

-nothing goes unnoticed by him

-if your mood is off he would immediately know and get to the bottom of it

-if someone was mean to you?

-he would find them and give them a piece of his mind

-because no one talks to you like that

-he’s your number one cheerleader

-if you had something big going on in your life like getting your masters or getting a promotion at work he would brag about it to everyone

-he’s so proud of you 🥹

-he would be Seated for your gossip

-he’s hanging on every word while you tell him all about what sarah said about janice

-cute cafe dates

-grocery shopping dates

-amusement park/carnival dates

-100% would win you one of those big ass plushies

-when it comes to arguments he would definitely want to talk things out

-needs to have the last word but he’s working on it

-even if he believes he’s in the right he would still give you your chance to speak

-you guys would bicker sometimes over petty shit like leaving crumbs on the counter or not replacing the empty milk carton

-but after talking things out you guys would make up fairly quickly

-100% into make up sex

-gets really clingy and whiny afterwards

-and you love it

-he can be a real snuggle bug when he’s in a softer mood

-but he can also toss you onto the bed and ravish you when he wants to🤭

-he would sing in the morning while he cooks you guys a delicious breakfast

-he does most of the cooking

-and cleaning

-random headcannon:

-one time you guys were supposed to get all dressed up to go to a fancy restaurant

-you had reservations and everything

-but you guys are so in sync with each other that you both say fuck it and go to mcdonald’s instead

-in his suit and in your evening gown

-and you had the time of your lives eating those big macs

-overall he’s very passionate and treats you like royalty

-how he is in bed will be linked here whenever i write it <3

[kingschclar]

I didn’t like the way the whole fic came out so I tried making a somewhat thirst the the horny got out of hand so 1k+ words

Cw: pretty ooc Leona, smut (obvi-), gn reader

Context in a short fic ig:

Leona Kingscholar. The house warden of savanaclaw . To you, he was more specifically The Ultimate Thorn in Your Side. Your time together had morphed into a strange relationship, consisting of: eating meals together, napping together, sitting next to each other in class, and so on. Everyone that surrounded the two of you would have assumed you were dating.

Were you? Maybe.

It wasn’t really a concern for either of you to put a label on your dynamic. Leona had taken to calling you certain pet names that you weren’t necessarily fond of. Names that insinuated a lower status than himself; that you were below him. Herbivore , underling, servant, and pawn, to name a few. Your response was generally the same; a gritting of the teeth and roll of the eyes.

It didn’t take long for the relationship to become physical. Spending so much time with one another, becoming (maybe a little too) comfortable around another...it was, maybe arguably, inevitable. Even though Leona was substantially smaller and lighter than yourself, that didn’t stop him from demanding your attention and submission. You, despite the acid that would build in your gut, allowed him to indulge in touching your body. It didn’t help that he seemed to know where to touch in just the right places.

Today would be different, you decided. You smirked at him from across the table, stirring a spoon in your coffee. “What’s that stupid look for?” the house warden scoffed, cracking open a soda.

“You’re always up for a new game, aren’t you ‘ona?”

He eyed you as he tilted the can to his lips, taking a long sip. “I’m listening.”

Keeping the playful grin on your lips, you tapped the spoon on the rim of your cup before placing it down. You blew on the hot drink before taking a small drink to test the temperature. “I guess it’d be more of a bet, really…”

“Oh?” his eyes sparkled with intrigue.

“I bet I could make you beg by the end of the day,” you calmly took another drink.

Leona’s snickers turned into a full blown laugh, “Me? Beg?”

“Mhm, that’ right,” you didn’t falter.

“Beg for what, exactly?” he leaned back in his chair.

“Anything. Does it really matter? What do you say?”

Leona thrummed his fingers on the table, thinking for only a moment. “What do I get if I win?”

“Bragging rights.”

“And you?”

“Bragging rights.”

“Hahahaha...it’s a bet!” he held out his hand. You took a hold of it and gave a single, firm shake.

(Part I hated but basically it was going to Leona’s dorm him pinning you down against his door then you switching the positions)

Actual fic (thirst?) here<><><><>

“Ohhhh, I see how it is…” he snickered. “You think this is gonna work, herbivore?” You didn’t reply, but angled yourself over his cock, but remained still. “I can just jerk off later, this isn’t gonna break me,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna have to try harder than tha-” You cut him off but sinking your hips down, slowly pushing the full length of his cock inside. You tilted your head back, letting out a breathy moan. “Fuck...what about the bet…”

“I’m not worried about that now,” you started to ride his cock slowly.

Leona gripped onto your hips immediately, throwing his head back. “Heh, I knew you couldn’t resist me…”

He started to smack himself up into you, timing with your bounces down. You keened out at the feeling of him pushing deeper and deeper inside. “Fuck yeah, ride my cock...just like that…” he groaned out with a wide, proud grin. “Your king is the only one who gets...to fuck you like this...your all mine...fuck…” he bit his lip, his own words turning him on more.

“Ah, I’m getting close, ‘Ona…” you whined, almost over dramatically.

“Fuck, m-me, too…” he hissed. “More, more, more…” he seethed out, fingers curling into your flesh harder. “Fuck, yeah, herbivore, d-don’t stop...don’t st-” his eyes snapped open as he suddenly felt the rush of pleasure that was once overwhelming him come to a complete halt. “H-hey!” You had raised yourself off his cock, leveraging yourself against his shoulders. You stared down at him with malicious eyes and a knowing smile.

“Y-you said you weren’t worried about the bet anymore!”

Leona knew exactly where this was going.

“Yeah…” you laughed, “I lied.”

Sneering, Leona looked away, “Whatever, it’s not a big deal. I’ll just jerk off later. Go ahead and get off-” You slammed your hips back down, forcing his cock deep inside you again. “Fuck!” he cried out in shock. Taking no time to build up the pace, you went straight to a merciless rhythm.

You kept a careful eye on his face and small frame, making sure not to go too far. Craning his head back, he let out a few groans and whines of pleasure. “F-Fuck!” he shouted out again. “Yeah, yeah…” You raised your hips up again, making him gasp. Smirking, you sat down on his legs.

“You’re being a r-real bitch, you know that?” he shook out.

“Oh? Am I?” you asked innocently. Using your pointer, you gently toyed with the end of his cock, making him shiver. You hummed softly, taking your finger off and pulling a string of precum with it.

“Is there anything you’d like to say?”

“No fuckin’ way,” he spat.

You shrugged, “Alright.”

“Like I said, I can jerk off later, this isn’t enough to make…” he watched you as you raised yourself over his cock again. You leaned forward, bringing your mouth close to his.

“Go on.”

“Me...beg…” he finished.

You bit on his lip before saying, “We’ll see.” You teased the head around your entrance.

“For someone who ‘isn’t feeling a thing’ you’ve started dripping, Kingscholar ” you say mocking him a bit

Pushing it in a little bit. He groaned in response, thrusting his hips up. “Ah, ah, ah,” you pulled up more, refusing to let his cock back in. “If you want, you can go ahead and beg.”

“Are you deaf or just stupid?” Leona tried to bark. “I, Leona Kingscholar, will never beg-” his eyes rolled back as you leaned back and slid him back in to the hilt. You bounced on his cock, again picking up the pace quickly. He thrust up, desperate to chase his release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” tears started to prick at the edges of his eyes. You slipped two digits into his mouth, hanging wide open.

His tongue rolled and wrapped around them, causing him to whine out more. “Ahn, ahn, hhhhh,” the horny sounds escaped his lips along with several strands of drool. “G-gonna...gonna…”

Again, he was left hanging on the edge as you raised yourself off of his aching cock. It twitched and throbbed, so close to finally reaching his orgasm to no avail. You could see his revolve was finally starting to crack. “Hm? What did you say, ‘Ona?” you tilted your head.

“G-god damnit,” he choked. “F-fine, fine, please, please I can’t stand it.”

“Oh? Really?” you blinked, surprised.

“Y-yeah, I-I can’t take anymore...c’mon, c’mon…” his body trembled.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute, Leona …” you smirk, slowly sliding back down. He craned his neck back, a low moan dragging out. You bounced on him again, refusing to let up. It only took a few moments until he was throwing his head back and crying out in bliss. You felt his warmth fill you up as his hips slammed up to hit you as deep as possible.

“FUCK! FUCK!” he yelled, holding onto your sides so hard that it would likely bruise. His body went limp, chest heaving for air.

You smirked, but frowned as you noticed the gleam in Leona’s own stare back at you. Still dizzy from his orgasmic high, he snickered, “hahaha...I liiiied…”

“What.”

“I lied, my poor herbivore!” he cackled. “I could have gone muuuuch longer than that!” You squinted your eyes, glaring down at him. “But alas, your king is just too sly! You never stood a chance against my intellect!” Snickering more, you kept your eyes on him in a silent rage. “Alright, I win, you lose! Go ahead and get off so we can get cleaned up.” You remained still on his lap, cock somewhat soft, but buried deep inside. “You really are having hearing problems today, c’mon, get off!” he repeated.

“Ohohohoho, I don’t think I will,” you hissed. “Who said we were done with the bet?” you shifted your hips slowly against him, grinding against his cock.

Leona flinched and jerked, “I-it’s too sensitive, c-c’mon…”

“You can beg me to stop, if you want…” you raised an eyebrow.

It was his turn to narrow his eyes at you, “Th-that’s how you wanna play it? F-fine, I’ll play!”

“If you say so,” you grinned darkly, feeling his cock get harder inside you. Leona’s frame shook underneath you, making you smile wider. He grit his teeth and writhed under you. “Maybe I’ll fuck you so good you’re brain will melt...then it won’t matter if you beg or not…” you pondered aloud.

“Sh-shut up, stop being s-stupid,” he tried to threaten you but they were nothing but empty.

You leaned down and roughly kissed him, shoving your tongue into his mouth. He kissed you back, his breath noticeably shallow. “I th-think I’m gonna cum again…” he winced, as you broke your mouths apart.

“Good,” you leaned back, the wet, slick sounds of your movements filling the air.

“A-aren’t you...aren’t you going...to get off, or-or something?” his eyes went wide in panic.

“Now why would I do that, I’m here to serve you, my king…”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” his eyes rolled up while his fingers clawed at the bed sheets. He whined as he pumped into you, albeit far less than before. Tears trickled down his eyes, “O-okay, okay...y-you can get off me now…”

“Hm? Say again?” you slowly grinded against him again.

“Oh, G-God,” he panted with his mouth hanging open. Tears started to leak from his eyes. “I-I won’t beg...I w-won’t…”

“Up to you…” you gently bounced on his over stimulated cock. It grew hard again as you used the sopping amount of cum inside of you to keep it slick and lubricated. “I can go aaaaall night ♡…”

“All...n-night?…” he repeated, eyes starting to roll back again.

“Maybe I was right...maybe I’m gonna melt your brain...or your cock…” you whispered in his ear before licking it softly. He writhed and shook from your touch, desperate whines and sounds escaping him. Continuing to ride him, you watched as he silently screamed, hitting his third orgasm.

“M-more, more, more…” his voice croaked, his mind clearly wiped. “F-fuck me more, fuck me more…”

Drunk off the power and hearing the pompous supreme leader underneath you finally begging in the proper manner, you complied. You brought the pace back up, making him cry and keen out in a confusion combination of euphoria and pain. He continued to beg for more, practically turning into a chant as his voice lilted higher and higher. Surprised there was anything left to drain out of him, Kokichi came for the fourth, and (as you deemed it) last time.

Being careful, you lifted yourself off his hips, cum dribbling out of your entrance. You were too distracted by your own goals to hit your own orgasm, but given the circumstances, you were completely fine with that.

Leona gasped for air and shivered from the over stimulation that coursed through his body. You grabbed one of your towels and cleaned him up as gently as you could, still making him whimper as you hit his flaccid cock. “..’Ona?” you spoke gently in his ear. “Do you wanna take a shower with me in a second? Or do you just want to sleep?”

“Hhfffhhh…” the boy slurred. “I...sd’nno…”

“We’ll just do the ladder then,” you murmured and kissed his head. You curled up next to him, stroking his hair. “Also...I win…” you added, voice still low.

“Shhhh...uddub…” he attempted to raise his hand but quickly gave up.

“Sleep it off, Boss,” you chuckled warmly, kissing his cheek. His small chest moved up and down slowly, signaling that, sure enough, the Savanaclaw house warden was out cold.

I need to be jailed

-RA😻💥🔫

OKAY I NEVER FUCKING ANSWERED THIS BUT THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS IVE READ IN MY LIFE WTF THANK YOU 😨😨 I KEPT REREADING IT FROM THE TIME U SENT IT TILL NOW BC IT WAS SO GOOD..

btw to anyone reading this far, leona’s name is written as kokichi once as a joke

[sageistri]

I think that PJMs being as passionate about Jimin as they are is sort of a double edged sword. It’s like that saying there’s a thin line between love and hate. I just think a lot of PJMs who spend too much time supporting Jimin or in stan spaces can start to feel entitled to certain things from him, and more resentful when he doesn’t deliver. 

I didn’t care for SGMB but I just moved on and lowered my expectations a little for the album. If I hate it, it’s not a big deal. I’ll talk about it with my friends and a little on here, but I’m not going to make long dramatic doom rant posts that feel weirdly resentful or antagonistic towards Jimin as a whole. It’s like they can’t dislike something without being so intensely emotional about it. 

Then there’s the people who have to love EVERYTHING he does, isn’t that tiring too? I think that would also lead towards a lot of resentment. I think it’s a product of stanning and feeling defensive because of other solos and competition, but also protective because the hate he gets is so bad. There are going to be PJMs disappointed if the rest of the album is like SGMB just because it’s not their kind of music, but there’s going to be a big batch of them who are more disappointed because they wanted to use this album to compete with other members and show Jimin’s impact and feel superior. 

I just think a lot of fans would do well to take a step back and touch grass and realize none of this is so serious and examine what exactly they like Jimin for in the first place, and understand it’s okay to unstan if he’s not delivering that. I think a lot are too caught up and care too much about what people are saying online and the whole stanning thing. And then there’s a lot who want to live vicariously through him and his achievements and personality, especially his “cunty” image. 

I’m not trying to criticize PJMs for being passionate and hardworking, I just worry sometimes that if Jimin really ends up not doing the things they want him to do with his solo career instead of just unstanning they’ll turn into the worst kinds of antis (some already are). 

JK probably delivers what his fans want from him so far, he’s good at Y/N content (intentional or not), even his brand deal caters to that boyfriend image, he puts out straight forward pop music, and most importantly he went the big numbers route that a huge portion of his fanbase cares about the most. His solos love that Twitter clout more than the music or anything else because they're all jobless and chronically online.

KTHs probably don’t like TH’s music, but his music goes with his persona and his aesthetic that they’re all crazy about. TH also seems like he’s putting effort into building his brand and image and networking, and his fans are obsessed with followers and IG likes and “most popular” so that BP influencer route is probably exactly what they want. They’re also all visual stans so his photobook and all that work well for them too. And shippers will be happy as long as he doesn't confirm another relationship and feeds them every now and then.

Genuinely, what do Jimin’s fans want from him the most? Music, performance, popularity, bragging rights, specific visuals? Is it something inherently harder to deliver than the rest of the BTS members and what their audiences want from them? I think that what Jimin himself wants out of his solo career is a little less clear than some of the other members too. 

FACE was my favorite album and I know that if I don’t like MUSE Jimin has all the tools to create his next LC when he’s back and that he’ll never stop making music and performing, so there’s always the chance I’ll get my next LC or Filter. I don’t care about the other stuff that much personally, and I only put as much time into streaming as I'm comfortable with. But I just don’t know about the majority of PJMs, sometimes I’m not sure what they’re thinking or wanting from him. (obviously other solos have their major issues too but i dont pay as much attention to them)

Sometimes this reminds me of the way that some boycotters are with BTS now.

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[tarot-junkie]

Coulda woulda shoulda. Just kind of ranty thing today…Not a Tarot Reading, But Still a Read:

I think what’s more aggravating these days is that Mr (basically wouldn’t use the term) “reductive” to describe certain things has, in FACT been reduced to THIS type of news. THIS type of content. THIS type of play.

Silly me, the stupid fan, for investing money into a curated image. Silly me, for thirsting over this person who doesn’t even exist anymore. It’s weird. He appeared to be invested in social commentary, interacting with fun content on IG, putting effort into social Justice related issues, a wiiiiittle thirst-trappy (but oook!), flirty, funny.

We joked about chest hair, glasses *and* his personality (welcome to the oddball female fan gaze). We all…ALL OF US (cue generalization) wanted to be besties with Scott, caretakers of his dog. In our dreams, right? These were the running jokes, anyway. It was fun. Funny. Interactive.

But now here we are. The superlative-laden girlfriend, who doesn’t know how to ACT inclusive beyond tweeting it, is allllllll we now know about him anymore. He is, and she is. And so we exist only in this weird-ass vacuum. To be fair, we are not OWED. ANYTHING. What I mean is that “he” as a concept is now reductive. The substance is absent. Lacking.

I don’t have an emotional feeling on this other than “that’s a shame.” Because I feel opportunities were pissed away. ASP is silent at a time when misinformation is aplenty, as always. His ability to utilize platforms for good (not a requirement) is absent. Ok fine. And the only speaking representation isn’t some slick motherfucker with big words, but rather other people, cheap articles and what appears to be a pretentious group of hangers-on who love to spout his IMDB accomplishments.

The other shame is that…if you’re someone who has been through trauma, you don’t use it for an article (the abduction), you don’t brag about being charitable or a humanitarian. You just do it. Brag about that. Tag THAT in your stories. But, I see. I get it. Charity is not fashionable like a resold miu miu skirt. Do you.

What’s become abundantly clear is that there is a group of individuals using the “everyones so mean” schtick. 🙄mmmk. Honestly, it’s your fault. Your loss. And your inability to manage your image.

👍🏻 cool bruh.

[skellyflowers]

The Gift Giver

I think that I'm the luckiest person in the world. I think I'm the luckiest person in the galaxy.  It's not because I live in a big house or because I have a lot of money. No. I'm lucky because I have a job I love more than anything.

I work in my family’s mechanic shop. I know it's not the most glamorous job. But for me I have the best job in the whole galaxy. Besides, this isn't some regular shop.  My family owns a mod shop and we are the number 1 shop on the outer rim race circuit. It was OUR landspeeder that won the Tatooine Grand Prix!

So not only do I get to make all kinds of racing vehicles go as fast as possible but I get to meet all kinds of individuals. It is the way I meet my good friend III. He is a Mandalorian. We met after a trail race. He was looking for someone to fix his grappling hook. I replace the hook’s motor and rewrap the wire in less than two hours. And ever since then III has been my friend. 

There are a few unspoken benefits of having a Mandalorian as a friend. One of them is that he acts like a warning just by hanging around. Which is very helpful when you live in the outer rim. III just hanging around helps keep the riff raff out. I also got to learn about Mandalorian culture. 

The Sleepwalker clan seems really cool. Not that I have anything to compare them to. III told me all about how important music is to the Sleepwalkers. Almost everyone plays an instrument. He immediately bragged about playing the bass.

III told me about the Mandalorian relationship to bounty hunting. Being a bounty hunter is a good job because they move around so much. He specializes in beast hunting. He also told me that only other members of the Sleepwalkers can see you without your helmet. 

It had been a while since I last saw III. Almost a whole month. Normally I see him nearly every two weeks. But, word around the race track says that a red armored Mandalorian has been around so I worry a little less.

It's nice to know that he hasn’t been eaten by some giant creature. However, it's a little odd that I haven't seen him yet. He usually comes into the shop, excited to tell me about his latest adventure. I look forward to those stories. 

I'm out at the market when I get a ping on my comm link. It's from the shop. Probably my IG-15.

“Hello?” 

“Greetings Master, your friend the Mandalorian is here asking for you.”

“I'll be right there!” I say. I hastily pay for my groceries and run back home.

As soon as I walk into the shop I hear III’s laugh. He's probably talking to my brothers or my dad. Once I put away the groceries I head into the workshop. There he is! Standing a head above everyone in his red armor. It looks shinier than usual.

“Just who I wanted to see.” III said when he noticed me.

“Long time no see.” I say, giving him a hug.

“I got a job for you.” he said. 

“Of course you show up when you want something.” I say, rolling my eyes. 

“I only go to the best.” His flattering will get him anywhere. 

“Well then, come into my office.” I say, leading him to my work table.

“I want to know if you can work with this.” He pulls out a bag and empties the contents on my table. 

“What is this? Because it looks like a bunch of junk parts.”

“It's a rocket launching jetpack. Or at least it was.”

I start to move the pieces around into what I think this is supposed to look like. While I'm doing that, III is explaining that the jetpack is a gift for his friend Vessel. His birthday is  coming up soon. 

“That looks about right.” III says, looking over my shoulder.

“This is pretty big for a jetpack.” I comment.

“Ya, I might have overcompensated a little. I wanted to be sure that it could carry two.”

“Two? Vessel has a new friend?” 

“They have sex, so I think they are more than friends.”

“Oh! Well, good for him.” I say awkwardly. 

“Ya. Poor II almost got shot when he accidentally walked in on them.”

“I can probably get this done in a week.” I say  changing the subject.

“Great.”

“Hey IG, can search the shop's inventory for 15 millimeter rockets?”

“Don’t bother.” One of my brothers yells. “We used them already. Remember that landspeeder. We put the rockets on and it exploded.” 

“Oh ya.” I respond, now remembering that experiment.

“The closest place to purchase 15 millimeter rockets is a junk shop on Seeker-5.” IG informs.

“Nice. That's only one system over. 12 hours of travel!” I say, and start looking for my travel bag.

“NO CHILD OF MINE IS GOING TO SEEKER-5!” my dad shouts.

“Come on dad. I can handle it.”

“No. We can wait for a local supplier.” 

“That could take too long.”

III steps forward between me and my dad.

“I'll go with them. Nothing bad will happen with me there.”

“Can you be sure of that?”

“If one hair is out of place. You can have my Beskar armor.”

That was good enough for my dad. With his blessing III and I head off for Seeker-5. 

Normally it would take 12 hours to get to Seeker-5 but with III’s B-Wing we will be there in half the time! I always liked his ship. It is definitely cooler than any other B-Wing, and I'm not just saying that because I have worked on it.

“What do I need to know about Seeker?” III asked when we landed. 

“The only thing I know about Seeker is that it is not a place you want to spend too much time in. We should get the part and get out as fast as possible.”

He nods and we exit the ship. The shop we are looking for is in an outdoor market. The owner is a goat man trying to wave down consumers. He starts to rub his hands together when I look for the rockets. He has 5 of them.

“How much for the 15 millimeter rockets?” I ask.

“15,000 credits for all 5.” 

“3,000 per rocket is insane!”

“That's the price, take or leave it.” the shop owner says with a shrug.

“I only have 3,000.”

“Then you are wasting my time. Buy something or leave!”

The shop owner grabs my wrist and pulls me away from the rockets. The grip is tight and I make a sound of pain. III hears and walks over to intervene. He grabs the shop owner's hand and I think I hear a crunch.

“Hands to yourself.” he growls. “Give us the rockets.”

“OK. OK.  Let me go!”

I grab the rockets and pull III out of the shop with me. I speed walk back toward the ship, drawing him behind me. I'm very stressed now.

“You shouldn't have done that.” I complain.

“He shouldn't have grabbed you.”

“Let’s just get out of here.”

We keep heading to the ship until a blast rings out. I flinch and duck down. III takes out his blaster. He also takes a hit to the shoulder. The blast just bounces his armor.

“GET HIM! I WANT THAT ARMOR!” Is that the shopkeeper yelling?

“Get to the ship!” III yelled.

I run as fast as I can back to the ship. When I look over my shoulder I see that III is slowly being surrounded. I rushed to the ship's gun station.

I don't want to kill anyone but when III gets knocked down I realize I might not have a choice. The first shot hits a produce cart. The second a wall. The third hits one of the thugs who was reaching for III’s helmet.

With one less foe III is able to shoot down the others. He walks toward the shop owner and out of my line of sight. I hear one final blast ring out before I see him again.

III rejoins me on the ship and we take off. My hands are still shaking from the gun fight. I try to calm myself down. It's not until III touches my hand that I realize I'm crying.

“Hey, it’s ok. We are ok.” He said gently.

“They shot you.�� I whimper.

“Yes they did. But they hit my Beskar, I didn’t even feel it.”

“Is that why someone was yelling about taking it?”

“Ya, Beskar is hard to come by. However the only way anyone is getting this armor is off my dead body. That includes your dad.”

That last comment makes me laugh. I see his body language relax.

“That was some great shooting back there.” He says.

“Thank you. I'm  glad you're ok. I'm a little sad I didn’t get to finally see your face.”

“You want to see it?”

“Yes! When are you going to show me?”

“You can’t handle seeing my face.”

“Are you ugly?”

“Just the opposite.” He crosses his arms. He can be so cocky sometimes.

“Haven’t I done enough to see your face.”

“When you become a Sleepwaker you can see my face whenever you want.”

“How do I do that?”

“There are a few ways, some easier than others.”

“What’s the easiest way?”

“Being born into the Sleepwalkers.”

“I think I'm over 20 years too late.” I pause. “What’s the hardest way?” I’m not really sure why I even asked. Maybe just curiosity on my part. 

“You would have to get to Mandalore, swim in the Living Waters under the Ancient Forge, find then slay a Mythasaur and present one of its horns to the Elders.”

“I’m not doing that. I'll leave the beast slaying to you.”

“There is a third option.” He says after a pause.

“What’s the third option?”

“We get married.”

“What!?”

“What? If we get married you would be a Sleepwalker and you could see my face whenever you want.”

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

“I'm not not asking.”

I really wish I could see his face right now.  I don't know if he is joking. I'm not opposed to marrying him, but he's joking, my ego will never recover. 

“Don’t you think we're a good match?”

I don't get to answer when a message comes on the ship's commlink. A small hologram pops up on the ship’s dashboard. It’s another Mandolarian. He has all black armor and has three red stripes on the helmet. I wish I could pay attention to what the two were saying but I'm still thinking about III’s question.

Soon enough we made it back home. My dad gives me a full check up. It’s really embarrassing. Once he is sure I am still in one piece he shakes III’s hand. In the meantime I take the rockets back to my work desk. I start to put the jetpack together in my mind. I even think about a good spot to place the Sleepwalker symbol. Then I hear a knock just outside my door, it’s III.

“I’ll be back in a week to pick it up, I already paid your dad.”

I get up to hug him goodbye. He then whispers in my ear.

“Will you think about my question?”

I give him a nod. It’s not like I’m going to be able to think about anything else.

[pissmoon]

I agree that everyone can achieve their own unique version of beauty, everyone IS beautiful in their way, but being on ig and seeing these perfect looking girls has often made me feel insecure about my entire appearance. It's concerning to me that guys with gfs/wives never take their feelings into consideration and actually follow these ig models. instagram and the men who comment nasty things on these girls photos should be permanently shut down

Delete instagram, its the worst social media platform at this point. I deleted it a couple of months ago n this app repulses me. Id rather be on facebook with 60 year old aunties or tiktok. And if u gotta use it use it for shit like animal vids and keeping track of local tattoo artists, hobby stuff and talking to your friends etc. No point in browsing some models' accs other than maybe fashion inspo but even then maybe follow 10 maximum and dont let it become ur entire feed. And if u already have self esteem issues and want a monogamous relationship its an awful idea to date some dude who openly thirsts for other women publicly on social media. I dont see how following 800 ig models or posting shitty softcore porn on tumblr 24/7 is any different to like going out on a date with him n he starts flirting with someone else right in front of you. Of course it fucks with ur self esteem to be with someone like that. They are humiliating you. He certainly wouldnt be as chill if you were bragging about having a folder with a bunch of random dick pics on ur computer

[ingravinoveritas]

Is it just me or does it seem like Anna doesn’t have anything about Michael on her IG? I think the last thing I saw was when she and Michael went to see David’s play last year. Georgia hasn’t had anything about Michael either lately, but it just seems different. Or I’m reading too much into it. At least Georgia does have David on hers.

Hi there! I know you sent this several days ago and I've been a bit swamped, so apologies for taking so long to answer.

You are not at all reading too much into things, as a lot of what you mentioned is what many of us have noticed over the last few years, too. Anna puts Michael on her Insta when it's convenient/when there is something to sell (their relationship, typically). The most recent thing (before today, at least) was a picture from Mabli's first birthday party in May. Though she also posted this photo in a story on the same day that GO 2 was released (again, something to promote/sell):

This was obviously an old picture (likely taken midway through filming season 2, during the holiday break--so December 2021/January 2022), but it's telling that this is what she chose to post, instead of something new. And this again continues AL's pattern of posting terrible pictures of Michael, where he looks miserable and she looks smug. It seems like he was caught off-guard, too, as if she wanted a picture before he could put on his "game" face. There were so many choices happening here, and I'm genuinely confused by all of them.

Which then brings us today, and the bunch of photos/videos AL just posted for her birthday weekend, to again brag/show her "celebrating" with Michael. She posted multiple things, but I'm going to highlight these two in particular, as they stood out to me:

For those who can't tell, on the left is video of Michael at a parking meter machine, going to pay for parking. AL is making fun of him (again, which she has done multiple times previously), likely in an attempt to mimic the way Georgia pokes fun at David, yet lacking any of the underlying respect or affection that Georgia seems to have for David.

This (and AL's other stories from today) also continue her pattern of filming Michael surreptitiously/from a distance in order to generate content. In the story on the right, Michael is shooting basketballs and AL is standing behind him filming, rather than actually being in the moment, which gives the feeling of her wanting attention for herself more than wanting to enjoy her birthday with Michael. What also struck me about this and the other stories she posted is how cold and distant they seem. Pictures of empty drink glasses, a table, her sitting on the floor alone. The vibes are just completely "off" somehow, in my opinion, and it's noticeable.

What really stands out to me as well is that it doesn't look like either one of them were having that much fun. One thing we can say for certain about Michael and David--whether you ship them or not, whether you think something is going on between them or not--they always have fun together. We see it in the interviews they do, the interactions they have, how both of them are constantly smiling/laughing and there is never the feeling of one person monopolizing the spotlight--it's them, together, genuinely enjoying each other's company. Making each other laugh. And I just don't feel like that is the case with Michael and AL, because what I get from those stories today is a sense of obligation, rather than fun.

(I also think it's very telling and worth noting that in all of the stories AL posted, the only face that is full-on visible is her own...)

So yes, those are my thoughts on Michael being on AL's Insta and these new developments. As I've always said, I could be completely wrong about everything, but the fact that I've been getting more asks and comments about this makes me think others are starting to notice the questionable optics as well...

[atrashcanraccoon]

this is a product of my inability to stop imagining and a lot of brain beating because college isn't going easy on me.

inspired by a prompt on instagram that had me feral with the possibilities.

also yes, i'm putting it up in parts bc it's more fun that way. this is a cleaned up, edited ver. of what i've posted on IG.

happy reading <3 (under the cut)

"I haven't seen him in a few days, but that's like, normal for him, it's not a big deal, he'll show up when he wants to," said the hero's love interest, as she tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at her lover in confusion. "He does this all the time, right?"

The hero hummed in agreement. "I should've known that he's gonna pull something like this. Let's hope the idiot resurfaces with his dumb jokes sooner than later."

The comic relief hasn't been meeting his friends for a week now. If you ask, the hero would tell you that comic was pretty unpredictable and he goes off grid for days on end. Hero's love interest would tell you that despite being best friends, Comic and Hero didn't exactly meet each other often (is it because Hero never really had time for his friend? Is it because Comic never really felt appreciated by Hero? We'd never know, but Hero's lover had her doubts).

The last time Hero and his lover had seen him was on their two year anniversary. Comic had helped Hero organise a little picnic and a pillow-fort-movie date after. That afternoon, Comic had bid goodbye to the couple and told them that he'd be busy the entire next week because apparently 'the education system is a conman and we're all being scammed'.

Hero hadn't thought much about Comic's inactivity, seemingly used to it, but as texts from his best friend were also far and few in between, he grew worried. His lover took great pains to assuage his fears but the only thing that really helped with the stress was fighting Villain.

Villain was an enigma. His motives were virtually unknown, considering the man always kept spewing bullshit about how he loves a little touch of public nuisance because it's fun. Hero's main vendetta against Villain was due to the latter's penchant for being an annoyance to society. Villain had once set fire to all the staff rooms of the city's schools at night, forcing the institutes to shut down for a week for a renovation. The media uproar was insane and Hero was hounded by journalists for weeks because of his late arrival to the scene of crime (not his fault- he had assignments to finish. Post-graduate studies aren't easy. Real life sucks).

Time went on and so did Villain's terror- and in a bid to protect the city from him, Hero devoted more time and resources to attempt capturing him. Somewhere, even Hero forgot that he hadn't heard from Comic in over a month.

That evening, after his latest stunt (minor bank robbery, because the manager had challenged every criminal in the city by bragging about his brand new security measures and Villain loves taking annoying people down a notch), he returned to his lair, feeling hopelessly empty, of sorts. Of course, the fight with Hero was everything he needed to scratch the itch that'd been taunting him for days, but something was missing.

He pulled up the news coverage of that day's mayhem. Something.... something is missing. I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.

His thoughts screeched to a halt when he noticed the lack of someone's presence. Almost in a frenzy, he began opening tabs of footage and media coverage of his fights with the hero of the past month. He's - Comic- what? Where's Comic? What?!

Villain would be the first to admit that apart from the occasional lawlessness and laying waste to the city (because property damage is infinitely more satisfying than bodily harm), his main source of childlike joy was seeing Hero gawp like a fool when his friend, the comic relief exchanged beautiful quips with Villain. He also wouldn't exactly tell you this, but the sheer glee of meeting someone who gives as good as he gets is unparalleled.

Like this one time, amidst a cute little Italian bistro that was then in ruins after the initial scuffle, Villain was delivering his prepared monologue because Hero actually gives him time to speak (which, personally, he thinks is fucking stupid). He'd just finished making a powerful statement about serving real justice when Comic had blinked, and giggled (the cute guy giggled) then said, "The only thing you're serving right now is spaghetti with a side of bloodied shoulder. I don't see how that's a good look on you."

Hero had then tried to shush his friend, a horrified look on his face, but Comic gave him a face that suggested that he's taking none of that and then proceeded to stare into Villain's soul, a goofy smirk gracing his face.

That was it. Villain was falling in love.

Not a day goes by where Villain hopes that he could ask the cute funny guy out on a cute little date without the whole 'i'm a bad guy and you're the good guy's best friend-slash-comic-relief' situation.

But fact remained that Comic hadn't been seen for over a month and as far as Villain was concerned, that's a month too long. He growled to one of his men, "Get me the city's surveillance footage of the past month."

The henchman was confounded. "But sir, I don't see why-"

"I don't pay you to question me, boy, do what I said. Now!" he barked, his displeasure and confusion shining through. The henchman (his name is Steve) slowly backed away and was leaving with a frown.

Maybe I was too harsh. With this thought in his head, Villain called out, "Steve, my good man, forgive me for snapping at you."

Steve bowed his head almost reverentially and smiled. "Don't ask for forgiveness sir, I respect you immensely. I will get you the footage you require."

"Thank you, Steve. If you could hurry."

Villain sighed, not knowing what to think or expect. He understands the impasse he's at - his rival's best friend is missing, but Hero seemingly doesn't give a shit, or he's unaware (debatable). The only one who was mildly concerned was Hero's girl and Villain's sure that even she'd given up. He doubts that Hero has any other friends, making it weirder that he's not turning the city upside down looking for his best friend.

It's almost like he's the only one who is trying to do something about all this, albeit late.

Steve came back with a tablet with the footage and handed it to Villain. "Do you need me to get you anything else, sir?"

"A cup of tea, no sugar, please."

"Yes sir, right away."

Villain settled down to examine the footage. It was gonna be a long night.

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this was part one, lmk what you think (ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[pianocat939]

Could we please get more of the yandere rottmnt with a younger sibling reader?

Sure! I've been kinda laughing for a while now over some random shitposting haha.

Tw: mention of murder, overprotective behaviour, controlling behaviour, crack and fluff

Some Hcs with Yandere Turtles with Younger Sibling MC

(MC is a turtle mutant for those who don't know)

✦Ramona✦

As we all know, he's the mama of the group. That solo mission episode where Mikey got babied at times? Yeah take that but amp it up.

He likes to carry you around just so he knows where you are and what you're doing. He especially does this if you're in the Hidden City.

Works together with Mikey and Donnie to have a nutrition management system. Primarily because he has a habit of spoiling you.

Bedtime at 10. No questions asked.

"No, you are not going to stay up until 3 AM giggling at videos on social media. Now, bed."

Asian kids, you know how your mom/dad just walks in and randomly gives you cut-up fruits? That's him. Gives you a hug when he leaves.

You are not allowed to touch hot foods/containers, let big bro handle it.

✦Le' bottomsworth✦

The spoiler/rule breaker brother ig.

You need to buy/get something but aren't allowed to leave? He has you covered, just say the word and he's sassily homosexual walking over there.

Teaches you sword art when you guys are free. Lets you win before going in for the "kill".

If you can't sleep bcs it's too early/insomnia then he'll know. He teleports or pokes a head through and keeps you company.

"Yeah so um. Do you have any dirt on Donnie? I need something good to attack him with."

You guys break rules together. It pisses both Raph and Donnie.

Texts you memes at 3 AM with 13 emojis alongside.

If you ever speak about a friend he'll get jealous real quick. He'll start interrogating you and makes up his mind to frame them somehow.

He teaches you self-defense yet does everything to ensure he does most of the actual fighting. He's not risking it.

✦Da Hermione Granger but in Purple✦

Builds you a protective shell whether you like it or not. You will wear it at all times other than sleeping. Oh did I mention there's a camera on the back side?

I know siblings aren't supposed to have favorites but Donnie will have a personal beef meter with Leo. (Right? I'm an only child so idk)

"I'm the favorite. Why else would they come to me every day? Leo, you stand nothing against me."

Tries to teach you about his tech, not only because it's his special interest but so he can brag he's the better parental-brother (oh and favorites).

Loves playing video games with you.

If he doesn't like certain media on your phone/devices he'll eliminate them. Including some of the memes Leo sent.

Shares his playlist like it's the last thing on earth to do.

If you like an interest in something and he notices it he'll buy/invent stuff.

✦Mi Left Gripper✦

Aww, it's your twin. Welp time to activate clingy af.

He whines if he isn't in the same room as you, to the point Raph and Leo have to pry him off.

Loves cooking your favorite meals! It's his way of showing that he loves you so much and that everybody else should burn away.

Draws you a lot too. If you're an artist he likes exchanging art styles, portraits, anything really.

Freaks the fuck out if sees even the slightest inconvenience in front of you.

"OMIGOSH! YOU STUBBED YOUR TOE! DONNIE, EMERGENCY CALL!"

Do you like fashion? If so, please exchange outfits with him so he can take the clothing to his secret shrine of his adorable twin!

Will jump on top of you to wake you up.

✦All✦

No leaving the lair without a trusted member of the family.

Friends can only be friends after background checks and approval.

Daily head pats are a must.

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That was really on crack ok. Do you guys like the names I chose? I used all my brain cells for "Mi Left Gripper".

- Celina