#for me i see it as they’re absolutely angry at him but they’re stressed and overwhelmed by what’s happening and are putting on a brave face

[dogrocks]

not to talk about warrior cats again but i wanna bring up how nightcloud and breezepelt are often portrayed yelling at crowfeather during that one gathering scene, when in the book it went like this

this is the only time they’re mentioned during that whole scene, and while their reactions are sort of vague it can easily be read as them siding WITH him instead of being angry at him. and yet they’re often shown hissing and towering over him as he cowers. i wonder why that is

[mxtxfanatic]

Just wanna say for those of y’all who came into this fandom late: just a few years ago, speaking on Jiang Cheng with anything less than glowing praise used to bring so much harassment that “angry grape”-related tags had to be created to circumvent jc stans finding and subsequently dogpiling your posts. I’ve since seen this tagging convention appropriated by his stans to be an “affectionate” petname for his character. If you wrote a wangxian fic in which Jiang Cheng did not appear, your fics would get bombarded with stans flooding your comments with their own headcanons on why Jiang Cheng isn’t around but “this is how he’d react if he was” and “everyone loves him, they’re definitely thinking about him, rn” and “when is he supposed to show up, op???” If you read a wangxian fic and Jiang Cheng did appear, there was a 95% chance that you would have to slog through thousands of words of abuse apologia paired with every character (except maybe Lan Wangji, maybe) claiming that Wei Wuxian deserved to be abused and should just learn to handle it better because abuse is really love. It took me a year of reading purely (only, exclusively) wangxian fics to find a single fic that had both 1) canon Jiang Cheng and 2) did not twist the other characters into fanon iterations to justify canon Jiang Cheng’s abusive behavior. When more canon writers started appearing, their fics got flooded with negativity, claims that the fic wasn’t realistic because “jc isn’t like that,” and demands to change things. They started moderating their comment sections. Eventually, jc stan writers even stopped tagging Jiang Cheng in their fics despite writing him as a major character because people began to avoid reading fics if they knew from the tags that his character appeared.

The “canon jc” tag was created on tumblr because jc stans said that if we didn’t like being attacked for canon opinions we should “create our own tag.” It was not a tag that always existed. Nobody used it until my friends created it. And every few months after that, we’d get a new “flood the tag” campaign by jc stans pissed at the name until it died down… until twitter refugees arrived, bringing with them a new faction of jc stans. That jc appreciate week or whatever they call it that starts on Halloween? Created by jc stans in an attempt to flood out Wei Wuxian appreciation posts on his birthday by making sure that new Jiang Cheng content would dominate all the major tags on that day. I watched the creators brag about that.

One BIG fandom upset happened when a jc stan wrote a horribly mistagged rape and murder wangxian fic and had their friends promote it so that wangxian lovers would read the fic and be traumatized. They gloated about having "successfully baited people," then tried to delete their tweets admitting it when they got them in trouble. I was there for that, too, and I only dodged being triggered because I saved the fic to read for later instead of cracking it open immediately.

Some of y’all may see me around now, but I’ve been watching this fandom for much longer than I’ve been making posts, before even the friends and mutuals I know now even knew I existed (yes I was a lurker lol). I’ve seen the development of all this play out across tumblr, ao3, and twitter (despite my best efforts to avoid the twitter side, that’s how ubiquitous it was). That’s how inescapable it was. I saw so much shit go down that I already had a mile-wide blocklist before I made my first post, and even then, I still got hate commentary on some of my posts the moment I dipped my littlest toe into metas. I had anon off for like a year because I didn’t want to deal with any harassment, and the moment I turned it off, I started getting bait anons (though not as bad as the others I’ve seen, holy shit). When I started this blog, all I did was liveblog and reblog other people’s art and metas. I was so stressed entering this fandom because the shit I had seen off rip was absolutely disgusting. That’s why I have very intentional rules of engagement that I try to hold to for myself. I may never be the first to start the fight, but I damn sure will defend myself and my friends. I also will never run away from admitting my mistakes, but I will also never be bullied into treating someone’s personal fantasies as equal to the actual factual text.

This isn’t to say that fanon enjoyers don’t get harassment. Another big fandom scandal was that a popular fanfic writer obsessed with canon had been harassing other writers through a series of bot accounts into leaving the fandom. What a lot of people don’t bring up in their bid to paint canon enjoyers as particularly prone to “fandom bullying,” however, was that the “canon” they were obsessed with was tied almost exclusively to the canon wangxian’s top/bottom sexual dynamic. I’d read that person’s works before—enjoyed them, even, before the scandal happened. They wrote fanon into their fics in other ways. The fanon/canon divide isn’t the problem; entitlement to unanimous fandom praise and recognition is.

There’s nothing wrong with enjoying canon or fanon, nothing right or wrong or morally superior for either camp. But do me a favor: go into the main jiang cheng character tag right now, and count how often you see a post about Jiang Cheng that portrays him in a negative light. Not one that portrays him as an snarky asshole or a teacher’s pet or a helicopter parent or a crybaby who only wants to be loved, but one which shows him in all of his uncensored glory as a piece of shit antagonist. How often do you see fanart of Jiang Cheng that isn’t “best jiujiu” or “sad didi” or “badass sect leader”? How often do you see metas that don’t include some iteration of “everyone is just so mean about poor little jc who just didn’t have a choice in anything he ever did 😢”? Go to the main novel tag and do the same. Hell, go to the wangxian tag and see what you find while you’re at it. How many of those posts are viral compared to “look at jc with his dogs!” or “look, I made lxc and jc kiss!” Then tell me whether or not you believe that jc stans are being specifically targeted for some unique and undeserved persecution by the fandom at large.

[imasoftieforbarb]

Hi! This had been on my mind for some time and im wondering if u can write it? Clay with a fiancee that unlike like most trolls is an introvert? And doesn't go out much. She looks tired, like messy hair and sleepy eyes.

It's because she has 4 older brothers of whom the oldest has a sickness which makes him bedridden, so she takes care of him. The other brothers have gone their seperate ways- only visiting once every 5 months or so. And could you also do brozones reaction to this? Take your time and thank you!

Clay x Introvert Fiancé Reader

He knew your family situation was sorta like his

He just didn’t know the extent of it

The way you guys met was through Viva

She introduced him to you cause you were pretty low key and he was too tired for upbeat-ness

When he asked you to be his fiancé you sat him down (after you said yes with the biggest smile ever) and explained the full story behind your family

The reason you leave Putt Putt Village every month? To look after your older brother who’s seriously ill

Your other brothers? You have no idea where they are

He comforts you through it all- he gets special permission from Viva to leave with you to look after your brother together

No way in hell is he gonna let you go through that alone

On your journey to where your oldest brother lives, he explains his family situation

And you both talk about it- a heart to heart

You definitely both start crying

I like to hc Clay as someone who likes to read to his S/O

So he reads to you to help you calm down and sleep

He meets your older brother who is absolutely ecstatic to meet ‘the famous Clay who’s got my little sister swooning’

You glare at him playfully from behind Clay

Clay enjoys spending time with your brother, who tells him that he’s happy you’ve got someone to lean on now

Clay sees how hard you work to make sure your brother has everything and is comfortable

Clay also meets the nanny (who apparently has a crush on your brother)

When you leave, your brother demands that he gets to come to the wedding and tells Clay to take extra good care of you

When he meets his brothers again, he introduces you but makes sure they don’t encroach on your personal space

Explains that you’re an introvert

They all go “aaaaaaaah gotcha” then start bombardons you with questions from a safe distance

They didn’t get the hint

You don’t go with them- Clay insists you stay in the village, he doesn’t want you in danger

You have a heartfelt hug and kiss before you run off to delay viva from finding out

“You gotta promise me you’ll be safe”

He presses a final kiss to your lips before softly resting his forehead on yours

“I promise”

It takes everything in Bruce to not cry

You do join in the journey with viva- you wanna make sure he’s alright

You end up being the one to free him from the shoulder pads and you have a quick hug through the diamond before they leave to trip Velvet

You stay with Viva and Poppy whilst the brothers cry for Floyd

Clay introduces you to Floyd as soon as possible

You end up getting along pretty well-

Then one day, when Brozone, Poppy and King Peppy are visiting Putt Putt Village to pick up Viva but also see the full extent of it

Your three other brothers show up

By this point your wedding is approaching and you’re stressing out a little bit

But you’ve also told Clay, and the others about your relationship with your other brothers

And even Poppy can see that the bond can’t be fixed

So when they show up?

They’re met with an angry Clay refusing to let them see you knowing how much it hurts when they turn up just to leave

Disappointed Bruce and Floyd who just look on with deadpan expressions, shaking their heads

JD runs to get you- letting you know that you have a choice and you don’t have to see them

You end up seeing them, holding Clays hand for comfort as you do the bare minimum of introducing them to everyone

Asking your brothers what they want now, only rolling your eyes when they tell you they need various things from you

You kick them out of the village, telling them the only way they can come to your wedding is if your older brother lets them come

They all pale cause there’s no way that’s happening

Clay holds you whilst you have a little cry

100/10 husband material

Let me know if I should do a PT2 the wedding!

[mrsriddlenott]

I just had this random thought of AngryBF!Harry x Fem!reader where she helps him through his anger in many ways.

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Warnings: Smut. Anger. Aggressive Sex. Regular 5th year “angst”.

“I just can’t get a break. I went all summer without a scrap of news, I’m behind on all my class work, and now Ron and Hermione seem to think I’m a bloody DADA teacher.” You and Harry sat on the edge of his bed as Harry held his head in his hands ranting. “It was all luck, why cant they get that. It’s not like I have any control over my life and when I’ll be attacked next.”

You and Harry had only been dating since the Yule Ball but were serious nonetheless. When he would need comfort after the death of Cedric Diggory and when no one could properly owl him, you were there. You were the guide that kept him from making too much of a scene, but with Umbridge pushing Harry every second with detention after detention, and denying every part of what happened last year, Harry was on edge even with you.

“Harry, you have to see where they’re coming from don’t you?”

“Not you too! Merlin of all people I thought you’d understand y/n!” Harry snapped often these days, you knew it wasn’t necessarily his words, you just wished he could calm down.

“I do understand Harry, but if I’m not going to be of any help, I’ll just go.”

“No y/n/n, you know thats not what I meant. I just can’t get even a bit of control anymore and it’s driving me mad.” And with that, you suddenly had an idea.

“Well, I can think of ways you can gain control cant you?” At the change in your tone Harry finally lifted his head to see you.

“What are you implying Darling?” His narrowing eyes were already dark with anger and he seemed unable to focus.

“Well I was thinking, next time you’re all strung out like this, you can always come to me. Don’t sit and yell at Umbridge just to get stuck in detention when you could be spending your time with me, Love.”

“Yeah, I like that idea y/n” Harry didn’t take a second to think it over as he seemed to light up with a bright smile, already over his prior annoyances.

At first it wasn’t anything inappropriate, after classes Harry would often storm into your dorm or pull you into his, already yelling about a DA meeting or something Snape or Umbridge did. You’d simply talk and cuddle until he was okay. Eventually Harry realized just how distracting kissing you was and before long would have you pinned to a wall with his lips on your neck at least once a week. When he had noticed how exhilarating it felt to be able to grab you from anywhere in the castle and drag you to his dorm just because he was mad, he simply couldn’t stop. He absolutely adored when you’d let go of control just for him.

And thats how you ended up here, on hands and knees in front of your very angry boyfriend.

“No one ever fucking listens, no one lets me speak…except you of course, hands.” His voice softened as he spoke directly to you. While you laid your hands on your naked back, laying yourself forward onto his bed, Harry took both your hands in one of his as the other lined himself up at your entrance, slowly letting his tip ease into you.

“I have less and less time for myself, I just want to be able to do what I want whenever I want,” Without warning Harry slammed into you fully, pushing himself forward and resting his bare chest on your back, lips next to your ear as he spoke, “That’s you of course.”

“Are you okay still? You remember what to say if you don’t want to continue, yes?” You nodded your head from where it was on his pillow, “Words Darling.”

“Yes, I say Snitch.” You were breathless already as you uncontrollably clenched around him, forcing a sharp sigh from the boy above you.

“Good girl” Harry whispered as he started an unrelenting pace, straightening himself and pushing your abdomen down with his hand on yours.

“You’re perfect y’know that? Bloody perfect stress reliever you are.” He laughed softly as his free hand roamed up and down your side.

He was pounding into you so hard his bed shook and the curtains began to part on their own. The sound of wet skin slapping together and your moans of Harry’s name filled the room.

He drove into you with force you had never felt before, he was quickly forcing you into your orgasm as his pace remained fast and hard against your g-spot.

“Fuck I wann- Ahh Fuck y/n I wanna look at you when I come.” Harry released your hands and held your waist tightly as he flipped you around plowing himself back in as if he never left.

Harry smoothed the hair off your sweaty forehead, keeping eye contact and smiling softly, before bending down to kiss you aggressively on the lips. His and your own moans being drowned by each others lips as he came inside you, your juices mixing as they slid out around him.

“Fuck, I’ve needed this all week,” Harry sighed breathlessly as he rested his head on your chest, not making any attempt of pulling out. As he yawned, you slipped your fingers through his messy hair smiling and breathing heavily, “I love you Harry”

“I love you too Darling”

~~

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Requests??

[sethsclearwater]

requests: “could you do an imagine w embry (or any of the wolf pack boys) where their imprint doesn’t know abt the werewolf/vampire stuff and sees one of the pack members phase for the first time and freaks out a little bit? <3” and “can u pls do an imagine where embry and jacob get into a fight and they phase in front of reader and she totally freaks out and she’s paul’s imprint and he has to calm her down?”

warnings: paul getting on his knees for reader

notes: reader goes through all 5 stages of grief and then some lmao

word count: 1.8k

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you found yourself at emily’s house, sitting outside on her porch with your boyfriend’s friends, waiting for emily and the rest of the girlfriends to get back from their trip to the grocery store. you had been dating paul for almost a year now and had been friends with his friend group for most of that time. 

you were sitting on paul’s lap in one of the rocking chairs, curled in his lap as you listened to embry crack jokes about how he was making a fool of himself pining after bella. “jake man,” embry laughed, “you seriously gotta get it together. there’s no way they’re letting you stay in their tent - edward would be a clown if he let that fly.” he laughed again, referencing the camping trip the boys and the cullen family would soon be taking. 

you giggled, attempting to hide your laughter in paul’s shirt. jacob rolled his eyes, getting up and walking off the porch and into the yard, “you don’t understand!” he yelled over his shoulder to embry who was still cracking himself up along with jared and quil, “she’s meant to be with me - i’m obviously the better choice than a leech!” he yelled and you missed the warning look sam shot him as you were too focused on how he looked like he was literally shaking he was so angry. 

“she’s definitely not you clown!” embry called back, still getting a kick out of it. you sensed that something was wrong so you got off of paul’s lap, heading down the porch steps to follow him, paul calling after you when he realized what you were doing. 

“jake-” you sighed, ignoring paul’s calls to you, only looking over your shoulder when you heard footsteps running down the porch followed by a loud growl. you looked back over to jake as he quite literally shifted into a giant wolf, almost exactly as the quileute legends had depicted at the council meetings. “paul,” you whispered anxiously, turning around and sprinting back towards the porch where paul was waiting looking just as shocked as you.

“paul!” you screamed again, running into his arms and he quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding your head to his chest as sobs racked through your body, neither of you sure how to respond to what you just witnessed.

“shhhhh…” he murmured, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, “you’re okay, you’re okay.” he cooed, slowly rocking you back and forth as you tried to catch your breath and figure out what was going on. 

“what even was that- why did he-” you blubbered, looking up at paul as you let out another sob, fists tightening on his t-shirt as you held onto him tightly.

paul watched you sadly, continuing to hold you tightly to his chest as he tried to figure out what to say. he had zero plans of telling you about the wolves anytime soon, figuring the less you knew the better but now that all went to shit thanks to jacob. 

“i didn’t want to tell you,” paul sighed, watching your facial expressions in an attempt to get a better reading of you but was left with nothing as you continued sobbing, tears rapidly streaming down your cheeks. 

“you weren’t gonna tell me that your friend turns into a giant wolf?” you exclaimed, not sure whether you should be mad at him or grateful. he clearly didn’t want to tell you because of the absolutely horrific reaction he correctly anticipated you’d be having. 

paul sighed again, “i didn’t want to stress you out about it,” he explained softly, “between your classes and work and everything i didn’t think there was a good time to tell you.” 

you whimpered, not sure how to respond so you just buried your face in the crook of his arm, hugging him just as tightly as he was holding you. you thought about it then, how his friend group was all so close, all of them were always at the council meetings suspiciously after they had their “glow ups” as you called it (or steroids as the rest of la push called it). the more you thought of it, the more things started clicking into place and you turned your head to look over at jacob, who was still a massive wolf, and the rest of paul’s friend group were surrounding him and trying to calm him down. 

you froze then, slowly releasing your grip on paul’s shirt as you squirmed out of his grip, cautiously stepping back from him. paul watched you wearily, and by the look on his face, he knew you figured it out. 

“y/n,” your name fell off his lips, both of you anxiously waiting for the other to say something, “i’m sorry.” he said softly, stepping closer to you but you stepped back, your back now pressed up against emily’s porch. 

“don’t touch me-” you whimpered, anxiously looking around as you tried to figure out what your options were. you quickly realized there was no way you were going to outrun an entire pack of massive wolves with anger management problems.

in your anxiety you missed the heartbroken look paul had on his face, equally unsure of how to calm you down without intimidating you. “i’m not gonna hurt you princess,” paul attempted to reassure you, frowning as you looked back to him, looking up with tears still rapidly streaming down your face. 

seeing you weren’t calming down and, if anything, were working yourself up more, he raised his hands so you could see his palms, slowly lowering himself to the ground until he was on his knees in front of you. you watched the notoriously proud man cautiously, slowly taking in a deep breath with him as you tried to recenter yourself so you could catch your breath.

your bottom lip warbled as you tried to calm yourself down, “paul-” you sobbed his name after a moment, quickly dropping down so you could sit on his lap, wrapping yourself around him when you realized he was being genuine when he said he wasn’t going to hurt you. paul let out an audible exhale, quickly wrapping his arms around you and held you tightly to his chest. 

“shhh…” he cooed, “take some deep breaths princess.” he murmured into your hair, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your side and shoulder as he held you close to him.

you nodded, sniffling as you worked at calming yourself through deep breaths like he suggested, “there you go,” he whispered as he felt your breathing start to even out after a minute, “good job kitten.” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to the crown of your head.

after a few minutes you looked up at him, sliding your hands up his chest as you tried to figure out what to say, paul sensed your hesitence and slid one hand up your back and gently cupped your face in his hand, “are you okay?” he asked softly, watching as you slowly nodded, looking over to the rest of the boys who seemed to have calmed jacob down and were making their way back over to the two of you. 

“none of them are gonna hurt you, i promise.” he reassured, sensing the jump in your heart rate when you saw the boys walking back over.

you slowly nodded again, looking back over to paul, “so you…” you trailed off, not sure how to ask your boyfriend if he turned into a massive werewolf. 

“turn into a wolf? yea.” paul finished for you, thumb brushing the stray tears off your cheeks. “it was right after we started going out - i didn’t know how to tell you without scaring you.” he continued, offering you a sad smile when you nodded, wrapping your arms back around his neck and hugging him tightly to you.

you lifted your head when you heard the familiar sound of sam’s truck pulling into the driveway, emily and you made eye contact and she quickly jumped out of the truck, running over to you and paul. “oh honey,” she cooed, kneeling down in the dirt with you and paul. you leaned off paul for a moment to hug her which she quickly reciprocated. “he told you?” she asked softly, hugging you tighter when you nodded against her shoulder.

“finally!” kim and rachel’s voices came from behind you. you let out a weak laugh, letting go of emily and shifting in paul’s lap to straighten yourself out as you brushed away your stray tears with the back of your hand.

“what happened?” leah’s voice came from beside you as she kneeled next to her cousin, also watching you wearily. 

“embry,” sam emphasized before continuing, “called jacob a clown and he shifted in front of her.” he explained as the rest of the boys came over, everyone sitting down by you and paul. 

“sorry,” embry mumbled sheepishly, both of you letting out soft laughs at how stupid jacob’s anger was, “i didn’t think he was crazy like that!” embry added, causing a few laughs to erupt from everyone else. 

paul gently ran his hand up your back, offering you a soft smile, “you feeling better?” he asked softly and you nodded, taking another deep breath with him. 

“billy is gonna lose his mind when he hears what went down-” quil laughed, “the council meeting tonight is gonna be so much fun!” he exclaimed, the rest of the pack laughing in agreement. 

you sniffled as you let out another giggle, “why don’t you two go back to your apartment and get ready and then we’ll meet you there?” emily suggested thoughtfully, giving your hip a soft squeeze.

paul nodded, “you okay with that?” he asked you softly, the corner of his lip pulling into a smile when you nodded, “okay let’s do that then.” he cooed, getting up with you in his arms. 

you peeked over your shoulder, waving goodbye to the boys, embry, quil, and jared blowing you kisses causing you to giggle as paul led you over to his car. 

by the time the council meeting came around that night you were able to calm yourself down, take a shower, and get changed into something comfortable so you could hear the legends with a new, more accurate perspective.

[signanothername]

have you seen underverse? if so, what were your thoughts of killer from that?

I have seen Underverse! Absolutely one of my favorite series

As for Killer, while it’s an absolute joy to see ma son gorgeously animated, it’s not my absolute favorite characterization of him, he’s too… emotional?

It started off well with him, him being a bit cheeky and saying shit like “I missed you” is something within character for him, I absolutely love his fight with Dream, his unconventional methods and aggressive style was a delight to watch (will forever love how he used his blaster to chomp on Dream’s legs aaaah) also the fact we see Killer using bones a lot during his fight is really awesome, cause we as a fandom really need to portray Killer using bones more, cause while he uses a knife obviously, he still uses bones regularly too, but not many people portray that (cough guilty of it too cough)

But then it went downhill a bit when fighting Cross, cause while Killer is absolutely a bit reactive during fights, he never truly gets frustrated/defensive unless it’s something to do with his personal life/ red lines, or his soul/inability to feel (and only when pressured/someone trying to get their nose in his business)

I think he got a bit too angry for a skelle that can’t really feel anything y’know? And while i absolutely think Killer can get angry, even during stage 2, his soul would still make his anger extremely mute to him, therefore he wouldn’t react too much to it, which isn’t what we see in Underverse

Then again, he got angry when he knew XGaster was controlling Cross, and in canon, Killer gets extremely stressed at the prospect of Gaster even existing saying that “he isn’t real” over and over, but that was before his soul had become a target

(Art by Rahafwabas )

I would’ve been fine with Killer getting that angry had he been reacting to XGaster, but i’d say Killer got angry more at the fact Cross was “cheating”, as he never really comments on XGaster himself but more about how he’s using his “puppets” on him

Which again, Killer really wouldn’t care, not in stage 2 (especially with the fact Killer canonically fights dirty, Killer himself is a cheater *flashbacks to Killer fighting Swap* and I don’t think he’ll be angry at anyone doing the same really), had Killer been in stage 1, I would’ve been a lot more convinced by his anger

The fact Killer’s smile slips so easily too is something that I think isn’t within stage 2’s ability, his smile is usually frozen on his face, unless it’s something that’s actually triggering to Killer enough for him to lose that smile

The fight ends with Killer saying “screw this, boss” basically giving up cause of being frustrated, which isn’t really something that i can see Killer actually doing, again, not in stage 2, as Killer finds fights thrilling as they’re the only thing that makes him “feel something”, not to mention his lack of self preservation and self awareness even, he would push his body to the absolute limits, a broken arm is nothing really, not to stage 2 Killer

Then again, that’s just the nerd in me talking, it’s important to keep in mind it’s one person working on this series’ story and animation, and I can’t realistically expect Jakei to keep Killer in character unless the episode went for an an entire hour hdhdhdhhd

Still, absolutely love the episode and ma son being beautifully animated just makes me ignore the nerd in me <3333

[bandgie]

Can you make smut of Clayton from Tarzan (From 1999 ofc)? He’s so hot OML I need him so badly

MDNI18+ | fem!reader, age gap, pussy play, PIV, no protection, cumming inside, manhandling, ass slap (once), light choking, gun mention in the beginning, terms like 'old cock' & 'young pussy', reader says it hurts once

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There’s absolutely no reason for you to be attracted to him. He’s rude, arrogant…older. So much older than you that you can see the streaks of gray on the sides of his head. Had you never gone on this trip for your university project, you would have never met him. You would have never felt the way you’re feeling right now. 

And gosh, you’re feeling it.

Mr. Clayton’s busy shining his gun. With a soft rag, he runs the material up and down the barrel. He gets to the muzzle, dipping his fingers deeply where the bullets come out. You can’t help but stare at his fat digits fingering the muzzle. In and out, in and out. Your stomach dips, and a small whimper leaves your lips. 

“I’m sorry?”

“Huh?” You turn your head to Jane. She’s staring at you with her bright, green eyes. Jane is nice, polite. The only girl here other than yourself. She tilts her head to the side, “I thought you said something.”

You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your head. “Oh no. I was just clearing my throat.” Jane makes an ‘o’ shape with her pink lips and nods. You dust your hands on your shorts, standing. As much as you love watching Mr. Clayton getting touchy with his rifle, it’s probably better for you to be somewhere where you won’t moan out loud.

“I think I’m gonna head towards camp. Need to reapply sunblock and all that.” You wave Jane goodbye and give Clayton one last glance before you make your way. 

Camp is a little walk from where you were with Jane. The Professor, Mr. Porter, stressed the importance of setting up your studies and research in a different location. We don’t want to make the natives here uncomfortable with all of our tools. He had said. But it won’t be too far! 

However, you think Professor Porter must have changed the location because you can’t find where it last was. You forgot which way the sun came up and being surrounded by trees and bushes makes it seem as if you’re walking in circles. Rather than getting more lost, you turn around, going back from the way you came.

Only you don’t find the research location. You don’t see the red of Jane’s hair, but the green of leaves instead. Panic begins to set in. It creeps up your spine and takes hold of your heart, but you keep the fear at bay. 

There’s still light out, you’ll be fine. You nod to yourself, running a stressed hand through your hair. You’re right, you just need to calm down. Freaking out won’t help and aimlessly wandering won’t either. You put your back against a tree, opting to stay in one place until they notice you’ve been gone and find you. There’s no way you’re that far from them, they'll find you soon enough. 

But the sun moves quicker than you thought. The sounds of nature bring you more terror than peace as the sky darkens. It’s gotten cold, and your only light source is the stars and moon. You wrap your arms around your body to conserve heat, trying your best not to cry. Deep breaths. Just take deep breaths. You’re in the middle of doing your breathing exercises when you hear something move in the bushes.

Your head snaps up, eyes wide as you try and make sense of the dark scene in front of you. It’s hard to see anything five feet away, but it’s hard to miss the rustle of leaves and the sounds of heavy footsteps. Mr. Clayton had warned you of apes. Beasts that tear open humans with a mere hand. Professor Porter had told you not to worry about such animals, they’re harmless most of the time, but Clayton’s warnings ring in your ear as you stare at the dark silhouette.

Rather than an ape, it’s Mr. Clayton emerging instead. He steps into the moonlight, his hard features seeming sharper from the shadows. He looks stressed, angry, but when his eyes meet your terrified ones, relieved. 

“Jesus fucking christ! We’ve got the whole camp looking for you! Do you know how long I’ve been walking around this fucking jungle?”

You mean to say something, anything, but you can’t help the sob that erupts from your throat at the sight of him. 

He stops in his tracks, rolling his eyes and resuming his steps. He swoops you in his arms, letting you get snot and tears on his chest while you gasp out thank you’s and I'm sorry's.

“And you’re a crybaby. Just my luck.”

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Everyone was bombarding you when you arrived at camp in Mr. Clayton’s arms. Where were you? How did you get lost? Are you hurt? Professor Porter had to calm everyone down, telling them that you must be hungry and tired. And you were. Your stomach was growling and you nearly ate Jane’s leftovers once you were back in your tents. 

“Oh my! Do you want me to get another serving?” Jane innocently questioned, but you shook your head. “No, thanks. I think I’ll explode if I take another bite.” You both giggle, setting the empty plates down. The atmosphere suddenly grows serious, a little tense that you wiggle on your sleeping bag. 

“He was really worried, you know,” she says suddenly. Her eyes pierce through yours, making you shiver. “Who? Professor Porter?”

She shakes her head, “My. Clayton.”

Oh. You blink. “He was?” Jane nods, “He was running around the area like a madman. Asking if anyone’s seen you at all. I think it was just because no one’s ever gotten lost on his watch. It looked like his veins were gonna burst.”

Jane is shaking her head in disapproval, but you’re in disbelief. You’ve hardly spoken to him, and even though logically anyone would have been worried, you can’t help the warm feeling bubbling in your stomach. 

“He uh…he was worried?”

Jane shrugs, “I wouldn’t say worried. More like his ego got hurt or something. I can’t see that man caring about anything but himself.” Granted, a lot of people don’t like Mr. Clayton’s rough personality, but you’re still surprised to hear someone so open about their dislike. You play with the loose threads of your sleeping bag, “I don’t think he’s too bad.”

You regret those words as soon as you say them. Jane’s eyes widen and you can see her smile forming from the little lantern in the tent. “Shut up! You like him?!”

“No!” But you said it too quickly, too eagerly that it only makes her smile widen. “I don’t.” You’re still persistent. “I just…he saved me and whatever! I can’t hate him after that.”

Jane nods, but she’s still grinning. “Riiight.” She chuckles at your blushing face. “You know, I heard he stays up late in his tent. Alone. He might want to know how grateful you are to him.” You roll your eyes at her, shaking your head, but the idea isn’t too bad. There’s nothing wrong with saying thank you without crying. 

You clear your throat, “That’s a stupid idea.”

“It is.” “And he’ll most likely yell at me for leaving my tent this late.” “He might.”

You look around the tent, mind racing with different scenarios of what could happen if you went to Mr. Clayton. 

With a resolution, you gather the empty plates and kneel-walk to the zipper entrance. “I’m gonna put these back. Don’t wait up on me.”

The last things you hear are Jane’s laughter and a quiet go-get-'em tiger!

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Mr. Clayton’s tent is further than the rest of the camps. His weapons are a hazard, so Professor Porter thought it would have been better for him to sleep further away from curious hands. Clayton seems to hardly mind the fact that he’s isolated, he lavishes on it really. 

His self-care time is up though as you get closer to his tent, without getting lost of course. There’s nowhere to knock, so you awkwardly clear your throat right in front of the entrance. “Uh…Mr. Clayton?”

You can hear him rustling in the tent, steps getting closer. A large hand breaks through the cloth and pushes it to the side until you’re faced with his chest. He’s wearing a white tank top, the peak of his chest hair curling at the top. His arms widen as he crosses them over his chest, looking down at your much smaller form. 

“Oh…little wanderer. Did you get lost again?”

Something in your curls. Heat flushes your cheeks and your legs tremble. “I…” you nervously laugh. “No. I just um, wanted to thank you…without crying this time.”

His lips pull back into a smile, almost threateningly. A soft chuckle vibrates from his chest, “I’m your guide. It’s my job to keep you guys safe.” He eyes you curiously, dangerously. Something foreign flicks in them, but he clears his throat. “But thank you. I don’t suppose you risked getting lost just to thank little ‘ol me?”

You laugh, “A risk I was willing to take.”

The air grows thick, a tense layer over the atmosphere that nearly makes you whine from the sheer feeling. Mr. Clayton smirks, as if sensing the shift that leaves you melting. 

“Want to come in? I could give you a few tips on how to not get lost.” His teeth gleam in the moonlight, and you find yourself aimlessly nodding. He pulls the curtain back more for you to fit. A part of you expected to collapse the moment you took the first few steps, but you don’t. The first wave of arousal hits you as you enter his space. Clayton’s tent is filled with the scent of him, dominating and possessive. Your skin grows sensitive, so much so that you whimper when he puts his hand on your lower back to guide you further in.

“It might look a little scary in here at first, but I promise my things don’t bite.” Clayton puts both his hands on the dips of your hips. There’s nothing more you want to do than push back, to feel his large body encompass yours. To have his hands travel forward, to touch and grope your flesh until you're begging for something more. But he doesn't, either too focused on his objects or keeping himself in control. 

You gasp when he squeezes your hips. A silent plea, an invitation he wants you to take. 

“What if…” you can feel your heart racing. “What if I want them to bite?”

A low vibration comes from his chest that makes you whimper. Clayton finally pulls you closer to him until your back is fully nestled into his front, letting you get a feel of something rather large grinding against your ass. He uses a thick hand to tilt your head up, forcing you to look into his aroused eyes. 

“Do you know what you’re asking from me, wanderer?” Clayton sounds gruff, murmuring. His lips are so close to your own. You open your mouth to answer, but his grip on your throat tightens so you nod. 

It’s all he needs to close the gap between you two. His lips are rough and dominating. There’s a sense of urgency on the tongue he eagerly slides into your mouth. You take it. You take his bruising grip, the possessive kiss that leaves you breathless. Your hands reach back, trying to grip his hands, his hair, anything. You’ve waited so long for this, for him. If it wasn’t for Mr. Clayton holding you, your legs would have given out. 

He pulls away with a groan, walking you to his table before bending you over it. A hand knots itself in your hair as your cheek is pressed against the wooden material. Your heart thuds in your chest, legs shaking as Mr. Clayton’s free hand massages the flesh of your arse.

“This ass. I don’t think you understand how much I love looking at this fucking thing.” Clayton squeezes the plumpness, earning a whine from your lips. 

“Harder,” you moan, wiggling your hips. “Touch me harder.”

An amused scoff comes from behind you. Clayton opts to completely remove your bottoms and underwear, watching the string of arousal that connects to it. He takes a sharp breath at the sight of your bare cunt swollen and leaky. His fingers react before his mind does to feel how wet you are. You mewl, getting on your tippy toes so he can have more access.

Clayton laughs, “God, fuck. Look at how wet this pussy is. You’re giving it up this easy for an old man like me? You’re really a slut, aren’t you?”

You try and shake your head against his grip, but to no avail. “You’re not old. Not at all. I…I never do this type of thing. I…I just want you.” Mr. Clayton hums, “Want me? How?”

Of course he’s going to make you say it. “In me. Wanna feel your cock in my pussy. I’m so wet, can’t you feel it? Mr. Clayton, I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me.” You’re restless now. Wiggling your hips pathetically to have a finger slip in. He lets you hump his hand for mere seconds before pulling away. You whine, opening your mouth enough for him to slip his other fingers into your mouth. It subdues you, sucking and licking on his salty digits.

A grin appears on his face. “You don’t do this? Seems like a dirty lie to me. Look at you, trying to fuck yourself on my hand and sucking my fingers like a cock. Tell me the truth, wanderer. You are a slut.”

You whimper against his fingers, but the excitement quickly replaces the embarrassment. The sound of a zipper and the ruffling of clothes has you anticipating. You moan and suck on Clayton’s digits harder. Drool seeps from the corner of your mouth onto your cheek, leaving a mess. 

Finally, you feel it. The hot, thick flesh bumping on your pussy. He feels huge, the tip easily covers your clit. Clayton rocks his hips against you, letting your bodies grind with a grip on your hip. You feel him lean his weight down on you, the pressure against your body adds to the pleasure.

“You feel that, wanderer? Feel that dick on your pussy?” You nod, you whine, you moan. It’s so close to the place you need him most. Truthfully, you could cum from the pussy play, but you want to cream with his cock in you. 

“I feel it. Please, Mr. Clayton. Please,” you’re desperate. A part of you thinks he’ll laugh again, but he groans. Clayton straightens and adjusts his grip until one hand is on your waist and the other holds the base of his cock. Slowly, he drags his tip upwards until it catches your entrance. The excitement gets the best of you, cunt clenching so hard before he puts it in that he can’t even fit his tip. 

“Fuck! Don’t tighten up like that,” Clayton lands a hand on your ass. You yelp from the impact, lurching forward and whimpering apologies. You relax your muscles, trying your best to stay still until the first feeling of pressure overcomes you. You welcome it, widening your legs and moaning as he slides in. It far from hurts, far from feeling even slightly uncomfortable. You've wanted this moment since you first arrived at this shit jungle, since you laid eyes on Mr. Clayton. 

The stretch is so pleasurable that you think you’ll cum already. He said not to squeeze so much, but you truly can’t help the pulsing of your walls the moment he’s fully seated in you.

“ ‘m cumming. Mr. Clayton, you’re making me cum.” 

Now he laughs. “I could tell. Got so much cream on my cock already.” You didn’t think he would give you a second to process your orgasm but still let out a surprised squeal when he pulls nearly all the way out and slams back in. Your cheek slides against the desk as he does it again and again, pulling out enough so he can see the white strings of your arousal on his pelvis. It’s an addicting sight: the bouncing of your hips, the opening of your cunt, and the little pucker of your ass. 

Clayton moans, a deep sound that makes you whimper in reply. He’s feeling good. He’s feeling good because of you. The fact does things to your mind and you wish you could see his face screwed up in pleasure. Yet, there’s a weird sense of arousal not being able to see him. He can pound into as fast and hard as he wants, he can touch any part of you without you knowing which part is next. It fills you with pleasure knowing your body is at his whim, and that alone can make you finish again. 

“Shit. Haven’t had young pussy in so long. You know how good you feel on my cock?” He slips his hand from your hip to your clit. “Shit, a little slut like you probably knows. You like my old cock, huh?”

You can’t even answer if you wanted to. His fingers are like magic on your cunt. Clayton is superb at multitasking, easily rubbing his rough fingers on your sensitive clit while maintaining a ruthless pace. You clench around him repeatedly, enough until he pinches your clit in defiance. 

“Mmm- Mr. Clayton! That- oh fuck- that hurts.” You all but whine into the desk. Clayton uses two digits to have you slide against while he pounds into you. It’s unbearable, it makes you want to scream with overwhelming pleasure. Still, you take it. He hears how your whines turn into mewls. The pliant state you’re in makes his cock twitch.

“Hurts? Don’t lie, wanderer. Sluts like you always take what’s given to them.” You whimper in reply, trying to dig further into the table as if it will help with the immense pleasure. 

“God, fuck. I’mma cum in you. Fill your young pussy up with my cum. You want it?”

Tears prick your eyes, happy tears. What a dream it is, to have Mr. Clayton fuck you raw, but to finish inside you? You never want to wake up. “So bad,” you babble. “So, so, so bad. Please cum in my young pussy. I want it.”

Clayton groans, steading both his hands on your hips so he can properly chase his impending orgasm. “Why? Tell me why.”

“Because I’m a slut. I’m such a slut. Please fuck me with your old cock, sir.”

That does it for him. Hot ropes of arousal shoot into your cunt. It fills you easily, little bits seeping from your cunt from the sheer amount. You gasp and moan, feeling how Mr. Clayton fucks his cum deeper into you while riding out his high. His shallow thrusts feel good in your abused pussy and you gladly let him use you to his fill.

The slide out makes both of you moan. A slick pop is soon followed by the oozing of cum down your thigh. Your upper body completely relaxes on the table while your legs tremble from keeping you upright. Clayton has yet to take his hands off you. His harsh grip turns soft as he tries to steady his breathing. 

He looks down at you, your shirt slightly up so he can see your lower back. His thumb grazes the skin there and you shiver. 

He smiles. Hopefully, your tent-mate won’t mind you spending the night elsewhere.

[regularconvexheadcanons]

*Oh I love how you expanded now I need to throw more at ya!*

OKAY SO- First fluff! :D Scar is the one to Actually purr like a cat compared to Cub! But both sound more than happy when with the other. Like purring big cat meets sated Siren.

Ohoh and! The way they learn! Cubs experiments are on everything else since he's got himself down pat right? What more could he learn? Apparently a l o t when one Mr. Goodtimes and the Vex is added to the mix!

Scar though? He learns like every second without knowledge is dying. From Vex to Spawners to his own Redstone that he tries to upkeep and remember- and his biggest monument to that is not only Scarland but the *c i t y* he built with Cub. They're matches in ways that nulls any other Hermit. (Scars hair is soft, hes warm, hes a perfect weight, a living reminder to care for himself, and the purrings nice to Cubs own humming)

It's not hard to see them silently watching each other like bugs under a rock. It's their favorite past time!

Now for Angst!

Scar being more "helpful" to Cub when they come back from Double Life - It was already bad last time from Last Life, a shaken Scar calling for Cub but- each sound like an Allay longing to get Out to get Free to be Home- that die as he clings to Cub.

In order to make things fair, Scars very much limited in how much the Vex can Know what hes going through- except Cub. Soulhalfs mean he can take the time to channel to Scar, watch from his eyes, and unfortunately one of the times that Cub first sees in a session? The first time Scar catches Grian cheating on him with BigB. It's also the first time Cub is Flooded with Vex *Anger*- not quite Rage, not yet- but he's unable to stop looking like a bloody Vex until the Song has to be used, claws in his hair, sharp rows of teeth cooing to Cub in his ears.

When Cub has had enough of Scar being to timid, so scared of Existing around Cub, he basically kidnaps Scar. Takes him to a woodland mansion, kills the Evokers that'd try to take them, and croons to Scar until there's nothing left in Scars head. Did Scar want to he comforted like this? Yes. Yes he did but he knows to put up a fight, to show hes Alive in a way that matters, or else Cub would take drastic measures. Scar soaks in the attention- unaware of Cub deleting Grians messages to him while Scars finally resting.

It's for his own good. And Cubs selfishness.

ooooooh

Scar purring and Cub humming? Yes. Absolutely. I can so see that. And only the other can hear it as well.

Them loving to learn stuff has now given me a headcanon that Vex are really REALLY curious. And Allays, which is why they always stray away from where they are. And Cub thinking he understands people, and science, until the Vex and Scar come along and completely blow his mind

Yes. They do love hugging each other, and are perfectly suited to each other. It’s adorable. They can just curl up next to each other, and know the positions where they’re both comfortable, and fall asleep next to each other, humming/purring to each other.

Scar helping Cub and being around Cub a lot after Double Life? Yes. All the yes. So much yes. He wants to prove to someone that he’s not annoying, he’s helpful, he’s friendly, Grian had the problem, right? This isn’t Scar’s fault, surely.

Scar being able to call/communicate with Cub from afar? Again, so much yes. I already headcanon that either can intentionally summon vex where the other is so they can talk to the other, or warn them, or call for help. But the idea of it happening unintentionally when they’re stressed, or being able to use vex to spy on the other? And Cub only seeing the worst moments in the Life Series when he tries it and getting incredibly upset as every vex he summons, or is summoned to him, is just shrieking, and terrified, or angry, or upset. even needing to go to a safe room to calm down? I love it. It’s so angsty. And it fits with my soulbound vexling lore already, of course they’d both be able to control the same Vex, they became vexlings because of them.

And Cub hearing the Song of the Vex to calm him down? Yes. And then kidnapping Scar, taking him as far as he can and just caring for him for a few days afterwards? Ohhh yes. I headcanon that after every life series or stressful session, Cub handles Scar’s injuries, and calms him down. But, after just how upset Scar became in Double Life, forcing them to be alone AGAIN because Scar just isn’t calming down, and he can’t cope with thinking about it? Oh I love it.

[soppingwetlegs]

AgedUp!ProBakugo(21) x Plus sized reader (fem)

sorry I needed to make this or I was going to go insane. this is basically about me fr. I’m tired.

***you and Bakugo recently started dating, he saved you during one of his missions and you wanted to thank him by making him dinner, he’s been obsessed with you ever since. Tonight he finally wants to introduce you to his two closest friends (minus Deku sorry)***

warnings: swearing, insecure!gf, fluff, bakugo being a protective angry cute ass fucker.

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You felt a ball of nerves forming in your stomach after the question your boyfriend just asked you. “Hey, we’re getting dinner with my friends tonight, got it?” Okay, so maybe question was the wrong word. Due to your lack of response Katsuki turns to look at you, seeing the stressed expression that graced your features. “What’s a��matter with you?” The question snapped you out of your anxious thoughts and you blurt out a small “do I..have to go?”

Katsuki looks at you, obviously confused. “Of course you have to go, idiot. You’re my girlfriend and you haven’t met my friends yet, they’ve been dying to meet you what’s the problem?” You fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you mumble a response. “Wha’d ya say?” You look up to meet his piercing gaze that was laced with concern. You sigh “it’s just…I don’t know. I’m…bigger.. what if they think I’m ugly?”

Katsuki scrunches his face up in anger. “What the fuck are you on about? Why would they think you’re ugly?! Do you think you’re ugly?” You look down and stare at your hands. “I mean…sometimes..yeah..” you say, your voice soft. Katsuki’s expression shifts from angry to sympathetic. “Baby…c’mere..” he gestures to the spot next to him on the couch and you sadly walk over and sit next to the man, he takes your small soft hands in his rough calloused ones. “You are so damn beautiful..why would you ever think you’re ugly? Just hearing you say that dumb shit pisses me off.”

You shrug. “I don’t know..I just always see the beautiful girls on the other hero’s arms and they’re always way smaller than I am..nothing against them of course it just makes me feel a bit insecure..I feel like a handsome hero like you deserves to be with a woman equally as beautiful.” As you continue your explanation Katsuki becomes more upset. He had no idea your self image was so low. He reaches over and gently grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “You are equally as beautiful. I had no idea you thought so little of yourself. I love every inch of your body, y/n. I don’t need a little twig bitch anyways, you think they could handle me?! Nah, I need a woman with some meat on ‘er bones so I can be rough.” He says, making you chuckle. “That’s body shaming, kats..but thank you, you’re sweet.” You say as you kiss his cheek.

You swallow your nerves and decide to go to dinner which absolutely thrilled Katsuki. You put on a blush pink dress that showcases your curves nicely, soft makeup to match and a pair of simple white flats, you’ve always hated heels, but sneakers felt too Demi. Once you were ready you met Katsuki downstairs, his eyes widen when he takes in your appearance. “God DAMN I’m so lucky..” he grabs your waist and pulls you against him, feeling up your hips and leaving feather like kisses along your neck. “I changed my mind, let’s stay home..go back upstairs.” He says in a husky voice causing you to giggle and a light blush to grace your features. “Katsss stop, I just spent so long getting ready and mentally preparing, we can’t back out now just cause you have a boner. Come on.” With a dramatic huff and a slew of cuss words we walked out the door and got in the car, heading to the restaurant.

We arrive to the restaurant, it’s a local steakhouse so it’s nothing too flashy. You were thankful your outfit was appropriate though, not too much, not too little. We walk inside and a red haired man shouts across the restaurant. “Hey, bakubro!! Get your ass over here, man!” Katsuki glares at him as we walk over to the table. “Don’t ever shout at me or tell me what to do again, shitty hair!” The man just rolls his eyes and gestures for us to have a seat, clearly used to Katsuki’s temperament. “So who’s this babe on your arm, Bakugo? Surely not your girlfriend, she’s waaay too hot for you.” You blush and stifle a giggle as you see Katsuki’s unimpressed expression. You reach your hand across the table with a soft smile. “I’m y/n, and you are?” He shakes your hand happily. “The names Eijiro Kirishima, but you probably know me as “Red Riot”, I’m kind of a big deal.” Katsuki scoffs. “You’re not even in the top 10, idiot. “Big deal” yeah, maybe in your mom’s eyes.” You nudge his arm and shoot him a look. “I’ve actually seen you on tv! Your quirk is really cool Eijiro.” You say with a little smirk. “Thank you y/n. Wow, Bakugo, too hot for you and too nice for you. How’d ya manage to bag this dime?” Katsuki clenches his jaw. “Shut up you idiot!”

After a bit more talking and joking with Eijiro another man arrives at the table, he has bright yellow hair and a shit eating grin on his face as he sees you next to Katsuki. “Woah woah woah, ma’am are you being held here against your will? Did this man force you to be here?” If looks could kill, the man would be dead where he stood with how Katsuki is looking at him. “I swear to god I will murder you, sparky.” Once again this man seems very used to Katsuki’s temper, he laughs it off and sits next to Eijiro, sharing a simple greeting before turning his attention back to you. “So, does this angel have a name?” Katsuki clenches his jaw. “Her name is y/n and she’s mine, got it, pikachu?” You reach your hand across the table to shake his. “It’s wonderful to meet you..uh..pikachu?” Katsuki and Eijiro both share a laugh at the yellow haired man’s expense. “N-no..my name is Denki Kaminari. Blasty over here is just a dick.” You chuckle and correct yourself. “Sorry about that, Denki.”

We all place our orders and talk amongst ourselves while we wait for the food, when the appetisers arrive we all grab a share and you eat while watching the boys talk. Denki glances over at you eating. “Damn lil mama, you sure can put it away!” You blush furiously as you set your fork down and stare at the table, feeling extremely insecure. Katsuki looks at Denki like he’s about to jump across the table. “Are you fucking dumb?!” Denki’s eyes widen. “W-what, Bakugo I was just making a joke! I was quoting white chicks! I-I didn’t mean anything bad by it, honest!” Denki holds his hands up in defense. “Keep your shitty references to yourself, idiot!” He grabs the plate of appetisers that we ordered and drags them closer to our side of the table. “You’re not getting anymore of our food, asshole.” Denki nods and looks at you apologetically before speaking. “I really didn’t mean any harm, y/n. I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings.” You force a small smile. You know he meant no ill will but you can’t deny the tightness it caused in your chest. You felt even more embarrassed having everyone look at you. You swallow the lump in your throat before responding. “It’s okay, really. I’m just a little sensitive I guess..” you say with a small chuckle causing Katsuki to chime in again. “You’re not sensitive, he’s just a fucking dumbass. Say some shit like that again and I’ll destroy you, sparky.” With that, the whole situation was over.

We finished our meals and had a few more conversations before we all split the bill and went our separate ways. Denki apologized another 100 times before we left and you continuously reassured him that it wasn’t a problem. On the drive back to your apartment Katsuki had his hand resting on your soft thigh, “You sure you’re alright, baby? ‘Cause I have no issue with going to that sparky bastards house and blowing it up, jus’ say the words.” You smile at his offer but politely deny it. “I’m okay, Kats. It hurt my feelings sure but I know he didn’t mean anything by it.” He gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze and smirks at the small squeal it emitted from you, never taking his eyes off the road. “I love you y/n.” “I love you too, Kats.”

We arrive home and head inside, slipping off our shoes. Katsuki barely gives you time to shrug off your coat before he’s grabbing your waist from behind and kissing your neck and shoulders, gently caressing and squeezing your hips. “You looked so sexy tonight..could barely keep my eyes off ya..” he mumbles between kisses. You giggle and press your ass against his crotch before turning to face him, pulling him into a kiss. As you pull away you smirk at him and whisper. “How about we take this upstairs?” He kisses you one more time before smiling and smacking your ass. “Finally…god, I thought you’d never ask.”

***this might be dogshit idk. I think it’s cute. nobody talk to me for several years. this is also my first ever fic so let’s keep that in mind guys✋🏼😔🤚🏼***

[miryum]

Okay okay okay I feel like a genius and I know this is a lot and I’m so so sorry I just think it’s make a really compelling story!

Princess!reader is betrothed to Arthur. Neighbouring kingdoms with palaces very close together (this is important I promise). She’s like six months younger than him and it’s been set up since she was born. So she arrives at the palace, looking absolutely stunning, and she’s terrified. To his credit Arthur is very nice, very sweet. He shows her around, introduces her to people, makes sure she’s comfortable, etc..

But how could she possibly be looking at him when the middle brother is the same young boy she would secretly meet over the summer, the first boy she ever liked, kissed, and danced with around the forest before they both grew up? The boy she always thought she’d marry? The boy who is now sneaking into her chambers to kiss her absolutely breathless.

The same boy she still loves…

@bright-shiningstar I am SO SORRY that this didn't come out sooner, but every single time I looked at this request it literally made me squeal out loud, so I had to make sure it was perfect!! I think I rewrote it at least five times, so I hope you like the finished product! Thank you so much for requesting!

Buddies in the F1 world: @hey-kae @vinvantae

Warnings: Some swearing, probably some grammatical errors

Day 0

“Y/n, do you remember the Leclerc’s?” Your parents had sat you down after dinner. 

“Yes, has the agreement gone through?” Your parents had spent most of your life drafting a treaty with the Leclerc’s, offering your hand in marriage as a staple. Prince Lorenzo was married to a young queen of a neighbouring kingdom, joining the two realms. Prince Charles was deemed too old for you. So that left the youngest. Now that you were old enough, the treaty was solidified.

“We got confirmation today,” your mother said, smiling proudly. She was so pleased to see her eldest daughter married off. “Prince Arthur is officially your fiancé!”

Your younger sister leaned into your side, trying to be a rock of comfort. You weren’t completely angry about being forced into marriage (the few times you had visited the Leclerc patriarch and matriarch, they had been kind and enchanting to you. You had no reason to think that their sons would be any different.) but you were petrified. You would be moving away from your family and home. You didn’t know what lay in front of you.

“And you’re leaving tomorrow…” your mother tied the strings of your distress.

“What?” Your sister, Megan, cried out. She latched onto you, pulling you close. “That’s not fair! Why can’t she stay for another week?”

“Because the wedding is in a week,” your father explained. “The Leclerc’s have it all set up. Luckily, they’re kind enough to give you a week to acclimate yourself to their family. Chin up, darling,” he said to you. “This is a joyous occasion.”

“I mean, I would’ve preferred the middle son,” your mother whispered. “More status and closer in line for the throne, but the youngest is acceptable.” Your father rolled his eyes. 

“Why don’t you retire for the night?” your father prompted you. “You need to look your best tomorrow.”

“I can’t believe you’re leaving so soon!” Your sister dragged you away from your parents. “I thought I would get more time with you.” She hummed sadly.

“Megan, it’ll be alright. I’ll make sure you’re invited to the wedding.” You felt odd reassuring her, wondering if it should be the other way around. 

“Oh, that’s right,” Megan groaned. “You’ll be Princess Y/n Leclerc in a week. That doesn’t sound right at all.”

“Why don’t we have a sleepover, hm?” You needed to distract Megan with something else, otherwise her worries would double your anxiety and stress. “Just like old times.”

“Yes!” Megan squealed and ran ahead of you. Her slippers padded down the hall. “I’ll grab my pillow!”

You grasped at this moment of silence to try and calm your racing heart. Unbeknownst to your parents and sister, the marriage to Prince Arthur wasn’t the biggest of your concerns. Your breathing was uneven and you palmed your eyes, getting rid of any semblance of tears. 

Were you ready to see Charles again?

***

You couldn’t breathe. Tears and snot obscured your face and clogged your airways. The rational part of you that would’ve been saying, someone would realise you were missing and come find you, was drowned in your fears of, oh my gosh I’m going to die alone and have to spend my few remaining days eating tree bark! 

You weren’t sure how you had run this far, but you were sure it was to be your doom. If only you had stopped by the stables to grab your pony, Newt. If only you hadn’t strayed from the path. If only you had turned around once the sun started to set. 

Internally chastising yourself, you sat down at the base of a tree. You knew that yelling would be no use and you should probably conserve your energy. You wished that you had paid more attention to those survival lessons the knights had taught you. 

“Um, excuse me?” 

Your head shot up at the sound. “Who’s there?” you called out, jumping to your feet.

“My name is Charles,” the young voice explained. You couldn’t see the owner. “Are you alright? I heard someone crying.”

“Where are you?” you demanded to know.

A boy, a couple years older than you, maybe seven or eight, stepped out from behind a tree. “Hi,” he said, smiling. He wanted to show he wasn’t a threat. “Can I help you? You seem lost.”

“Yes, I am!” You couldn’t help a new onslaught of tears. “I was walking and I guess I took a wrong turn? Are your parents somewhere around here? It’s almost dark and I need to get back.”

“My parents are at home.” Charles prompted, “but I can walk you home?”

“I don’t want you to get lost, too.” You shook your head. “Can I come with you back to your village? I’m sure there’s transportation I could find.”

“Oh, no.” Charles shrugged, causally leaving out the part that he was a prince, and if he wanted, could snap his fingers and order a ride home for you. “It’s alright. I know this forest like the back or my hand. Where do you live?”

“Uh…” You wiped your nose on your dress. “I live at the L/n castle.”

“That’s not far away at all!” Charles smiled and you grinned back, already infected by his charms. “Did you know this forest is actually the border of Enza and Haas? I don’t live that far away, either. Do you know about the Leclerc’s?”

“Yeah, my- the King and Queen,” you corrected yourself quickly. “They’re friends with them.” You weren’t sure why your five-year-old self wasn’t telling this new friend that you were royalty. Maybe you didn’t want to scare him away? 

“My family’s house is right next to their palace,” Charles said.

“We’re practically neighbours!” You stood up and beamed.

“Can I walk you home, neighbour?” Charles giggled at his joke. You nodded and grasped his hand in the trusting way only children can. 

It turned out that the Enza palace and the Haas castle weren’t far away from each other. Once the pair of new friends realised this, they made plans to meet up more often. At the Haas gates, you made sure Charles would be safe and get home quickly. He reassured you that he had explored the forest for hours and would never get lost. He promised to meet you the next day at the clearing where you had met so you knew he wasn’t being mauled to death by a pack of wolves. 

Little did you know that a great friendship and a great love was suddenly born.

Day 1

“Y/n. Y/n.” Megan placed a hand on your bouncing leg. “You're practically shaking the whole carriage. I know you’re nervous, and this is an awful thing to say, but maybe try to hide it?” 

“Sweetheart, what I believe your sister is saying, is ‘calm down’.” Your father held a piece of parchment and peered over it at you. “This is nothing to worry about.”

“Your father and I had the exact same disposition when we were your age,” your mother smiled softly at you. “I know the uncertainty you’re feeling, but trust me, it will get better.”

No it won’t, mom! You wanted to scream at her, how will it get better if the boy I used to love is living in the same palace as me?!

“I’m sure it will,” you said. A minute or so passed with Megan trying to fill the space with meaningless conversation. 

“Wait, wait!” The carriage passed a grove of trees that looked eerily familiar. “Stop! Stop the horses!” Your cries turned frantic and banged on the side of the carriage. Sticking your head out the window, you repeated your demand. The driver yanked on the reins and before it came to a complete stop, you jumped out. 

“Y/n! Where are you going?” Megan shuffled to get out after you, tripping on her dress. 

“Y/n, get back here!” Your mother cursed, yelling towards Megan, “get her back here, Megan! We’ll be late!”

You wanted to rip off your dress. It was scratching at your body and snagged on branches and twigs as you ran. You needed to make sure it was still there. Then you would go back to your family. But you just had to be sure.

“Y/n!” Megan groaned in frustration as her high-heel got caught on a tree root. She tugged on it and cried out, “You cannot simply leave!” 

“Please, just give me a moment!” you called back. The forest easily came back to you. It felt like a force was pulling you towards the clearing. 

“Do you wanna play hide and seek?” You sat on the grass, watching a nine-year-old Charles throw a ball up into the air and catch it. And then throw it back up. And catch it.

“Really?” Charles groaned. “That’s such a baby thing to do.”

“Hey!” You kicked him in the ribs. He yelled out and squirmed away. “First off, I am not a baby! And second, you’re not being very entertaining right now. I’m trying to think of things to do.” Other than having to sneak away from the castle, a hard thing about being friends with Charles was the age gap. He was entering a stage in life where he was determined to be cool and stoic and you sometimes wondered if he regretted his friendship with a little girl.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” he mumbled, offering a pitiful apology.

“Well, if you’re not going to talk to me, then I’ll just go back home.” You stood and slowly shuffled over to Newt, who was tied up by Charles’ horse, Scuderia. 

“Y/n, wait.” Charles suddenly appeared behind you and grabbed your arm. “I’m sorry, really. It’s rude of me to ignore you. We can play hide-and-seek.”

“No, you’re right,” you conceded. “It’s a little too childish. Wanna just talk?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m cool with that.” Charles couldn’t help the smile that overcame him. He didn’t know much about Y/n L/n’s personal life, but he definitely knew that you were one of his best friends. 

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?!” Megan plucked a twig out of her hair. 

“I can’t do this,” you whispered, collapsing to the ground. The tree stood in front of you and the clearing still looked picturesque. It was where you had met with Charles all those times all those years ago. You wondered if you initials were still there or if the tree had scabbed over them. You didn’t want to check.

“What do you mean? Y/n, you can’t back out now. Mother will not allow it. Think of the Enzan royal family. This will ruin our relationship with them.” Megan crouched down next to you, sweeping your hair out of your face. You silently wondered how she matured so quickly.

“Megan, it would be better if this was a faceless prince that I had no connection to.”

“Is it not?”

“No, I-” You sighed. “Nevermind. Let’s go. I’m sorry.” 

After a tense carriage ride that consisted of your mother berating you for running off and you apologising profusely but not giving any explanation of why, the Enza palace came into view.

“Stand tall, good posture, don’t speak unless spoken to, and let your father and I handle the political aspects,” your mother reminded you. She swept your hair back into place and ran her fingers along the creases of your dress. She huffed at the dirt stains courtesy of the forest floor. “It’ll have to do. Now, come along.” A footman sprung open the carriage door and your father stepped down to victorious trumpets. He helped your mother down and the footman offered his hand to Megan who took it graciously. You refused the footman’s hand, jumping down on your own. 

“Y/n, you look dejected,” Megan whispered to you.

“And that’s because I am.” You clutched your dress and Megan huffed, wrestling your hand away. You understood her gestures and held out your arm. Megan took it and led you closer to the Enza royal family. 

“Look up,” your mother whispered. “At least look at your husband.” But it wasn’t your husband that drew your eyes. There, on the steps, was Charles Leclerc, or Charlie.

“Do you like anyone, chérie?” Charles felt odd asking this. Wasn’t it always the girls who had to be obsessed with crushes and who-liked-who? Why was he bringing this up?

“Uh… why do you ask?” You were eleven and it was weird to discuss this with a fourteen-year-old boy.

You weren’t sure how your feelings for Charles started. You guessed that because he was the only boy even remotely close to your age that you saw, it was bound to happen. 

“I don’t know,” Charles mumbled. “My older brother’s seeing someone and my younger one is now obsessed with girls. I wanted to know if you’re also caught up in this lovey-dovey stuff.” 

“Is it bad if I am?” You were afraid that Charles would ridicule and tease you for being swept up in the romance that was apparently ruining the continent. Even your sister gushed about a stable boy that she was infatuated with. 

“No, chérie,” Charles said slowly. “I just need to know if there’s another guy I need to compete with.” 

You laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Charlie. You’ll always be my number one.” 

“Good,” Charles tried to hide his smile. The butterflies in his stomach made it harder. Charlie. You called him Charlie. It was like you were trying to intoxicate him in this new thing called love.

***

When Charles heard your name for the first time in three years, he froze. And to hear it directed at his younger brother, no less. 

But when he saw you, time stopped. 

You hadn’t changed much over the three years, albeit your hair was a styled different and the way you carried yourself had stiffened. He desperately wanted to run up to you and kiss you until you both saw stars. He wanted to fold you in his arms and never let you go. He had lost you once and he wasn’t going to let that happen again. At least with you marrying his brother he would be able to see you. If he couldn’t touch you, seeing you would be enough. It would be torture, having you just within reach but unable to hold you, but it would be worse to not see you at all. 

It had been torture all these years. 

He cursed Arthur for being the youngest. If Charles had been born just after his youngest brother, he could’ve had you for himself. He cursed his heart. It wasn’t fair to fall for someone he could never have. He wondered if his parents would try to marry him off too. He wondered if he could marry someone while you were in his home. For certain, he could never love anyone as much as he loved you. Would he stay single his entire life, watching you and his brother grow old together? Would he marry someone in a loveless marriage? Or could something else happen that changed it all….? 

And then you looked at him.

Sparks ignited in his body. Then you looked at his brother. His heart was cleaved in two. Right. You weren’t there for him. He had to remember that or he would torture himself into oblivion. He already was torturing himself. Charles didn’t know if it would be better to avoid you or indulge himself in your presence. 

His father started talking to your father and Charles noticed Arthur stepping forward to greet you. Your mother pinched your side and Charles’ jaw clenched. From your stories, he didn’t like your mother, but this only solidified his opinion. 

Charles felt Lorenzo’s stare on him- the only person who knew about his rendezvous with you. Charles plastered on a smile and stayed stock-still. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he heard Arthur say to you.

“You as well.” Your voice was just as he remembered, if not more formal. You never spoke that way to him. Your words were always filled with laughter- not diplomacy. 

“May I give you and your sister a tour of our home?” Arthur proposed. 

“That would be lovely, thank you.” Megan detached yourself from your arm so you could walk with Arthur, your sister trailing behind. You brushed past him, holding your gaze forward. It would only pain you more to see him. 

“Charles, you need to talk to her,” Lorenzo whispered harshly to him. “It won’t do anyone good to have you sadly avoiding her. Arthur can’t have his wife and his brother looking lovelorn without knowing the cause.” 

“Arthur can never know,” Charles growled. “It would make things worse.”

“He doesn’t need to know if you and Princess Y/n work things out before the wedding,” Lorenzo persisted. 

Charles took a breath and finally said, “I’ll think about it, alright?”

Day 3

Arthur had spent yesterday showing you around the Leclerc palace and luckily, it was of similar design to the Haas castle. Megan had left with a tearful goodbye, promising to visit a day before the wedding to help you prepare. Your mother left you with a kiss on the cheek and your father had hugged you tightly.

You had spent the third day in your new room, handmaidens helping you unpack and commission new dresses for you. The Steward and Housekeeper had sat you down, giving you an overview of what the wedding would entail and the customs of Enzan marriages and politics. Of course, you already knew most of it as your mother had begun drilling it into you at an early age. 

You had collapsed into bed after they had gone, too tired to join the Leclerc’s for dinner or even change out of your dress. Yet you still couldn’t find purchase in sleep. It just wouldn’t come.

It was late at night when a knock resounded on your door. You slowly peeled yourself off the bed- which didn’t feel at all like your own- and said, “Come in.” 

“Hi,” Charles softly said. 

“Oh. Hi.” You straightened up and bowed your head in a form of a curtsy.

“Don’t- don’t do that.” Charles shook his head. “I was never your superior.”

You stood silently for a while, the awkwardness resounding. It seemed like a chasm was between you two. 

“I’ve missed you,” Charles admitted carefully. 

“I missed you too,” you said. “It’s been a while, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Charles chuckled uncomfortably and you joined him. “And to see you with my brother, no less.” Your laughter stopped immediately and you looked at the ground. “Right,” Charles swallowed harshly. He couldn’t seem to unstick that lump in his throat. “Sorry. I’m sorry. For it all. I should’ve never ended-”

“I forgave you a long time ago, Charlie,” you admitted. A wave of relief passed over his face and it looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. In one sudden movement, you tumbled forward and engulfed the boy in a hug. Charles swept his arms around you, reciprocating immediately. It felt nice to have you in his arms again. It felt like home. He pressed you closer to him, inhaling. Charles placed a soft kiss to your hairline, mumbling about all the times he missed you.

“Charles? Can you promise me something?” you asked. 

“Anything.” 

“Can you promise to never leave me alone again?” Your voice sounded so small and for the third time today, you unintentionally broke his heart.

“I’m sorry, chérie. I never meant to leave you alone in the first place. But yes, I promise to always stay by your side from now on.” 

“Even though I’m betrothed to-”

“Don’t talk about that, please.” Charles shook his head. 

“Okay,” you conceded. “But what will we do? Charlie, I still love-”

Charles cut you off with an Earth-shattering kiss. His hands circled around your lower back, gripping you even closer- if that was possible. You circled your hands around his neck, running them over his shoulders and down his torso. Every dip and curve was like you remembered. His kiss was just like you remembered.

“Charles?” The newly eighteen-year-old hummed in response and you glanced over at his figure. He was laying on a soft pitch of grass that was illuminated by a stream of sunlight that broke through the trees. His eyes were closed and a small smile graced his lips, showcasing one of his dimples. He had obviously been working out, and he had nicely grown into his body. He was wearing a loose tunic that highlighted his arms. The curve of his muscles made your heart jump a little quicker. You loved these moments with him alone, and you would be damned if your title of royalty got in the way. “Have you ever thought about growing up?”

“Sure I have,” Charles said. “What about it?”

Your brows settled into a frown. “My parents have started talking to me about marriage.”

“Already?” Charles opened one eye to find you already looking at him. Your hands were clasped over your stomach and fiddled together with anxiety. “You have a few more years.”

“Yes, but they want to lock down a husband before it’s too late,” you explained. “Apparently, I’m already betrothed. I just don’t know to whom.”

“You’re already married?!” Charles sat up on an elbow, looking incredulously at you.

“No,” you scoffed. “It’s synonymous with being engaged.”

“Geez,” Charles exhaled and laid back down. “I didn’t realise I was pining after a practically married woman.”

“Excuse me?!” 

Charles smirked. “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner, chérie. I thought you were supposed to be the smart one in this relationship.” 

“Charlie.” The nickname made his facade drop and his heart rate rise. Was it all a big mistake? Did he just throw away this coveted friendship that he had worked so hard to cultivate? “Are you serious?” 

“As serious as death,” Charles whispered. 

“Death?” You couldn’t help but let a laugh escape. “Couldn’t you choose another word? Death sounds so cruel.”

“What other word would you like me to use to express my love for you?” Charles joined in your laughter, and once again, you relished in the sound. 

“I don’t care.” You rolled onto your side and Charles copied your actions, taking your hand in his. His fingers tapped over yours as if planning out the wedding dance. “Just so long as I can say it back.” 

It was all you could imagine for a first kiss. 

You gasped, pulling back from the boy you loved. “Charlie, I can’t do this. I- I’m about to marry your brother, for goodness sake! I can’t be kissing you and- and-”

“I know, chérie, I know,” Charles stepped back and he instantly missed your touch. “But I love you too. And I can’t bear seeing you so close, but knowing I can’t feel and love you. It hurts. It hurts being away from you.”

“Charlie… we can’t.” It pained you to say it, but it was true. You weren’t about to be the type of person who cheated on their husband with their brother. Even if it was for love, you still had morals.

“You’re not married yet,” Charles tried to smile. “Let me come to your room at night. Just to talk to you. Just to be around you. We’re still best friends, are we not?”

You chuckled sadly. “You always find a way to bend the rules, huh, Charlie?”

“For you, I’d do anything.”

Day 4

“I wish we could have met under better circumstances,” Arthur admitted. “You’re an incredibly nice girl and I have a feeling we would’ve made good friends. I mean, we’ll still make good friends, but what I’m trying to say-”

You let out a light laugh. “I get it, Arthur. I think we’ll make good friends too.” 

“How are you adjusting?” your fiancé asked. “Are you comfortable? How’s your room? We can repaint it, or redecorate if you wish?” 

“Arthur!” You chuckled at the boy’s concern. “Everything is perfectly fine! Thank you. You’re making this transition much easier.” 

“Well, I want to make sure my future wife enjoys herself,” Arthur shrugs. You stilled at his words. “And I wanted to introduce you to some of my friends. Maybe they could become your friends too?”

“Sure,” you agreed. Arthur proceeded to lead you around the palace, presenting you to a series of guards, dukes and duchess, butlers and maids. You met Earl Carlos, Duke Pierre, Baron Daniel, Knight Max, Lady Carla, and attendees such as Lily, Lewis and his daughter, Lando, Sara, and Esteban. They all seemed extremely accommodating and pleased to meet you. Everyone promised to help you through your time in Enza and to be loyal to their new princess. Arthur hovered a hand over your lower back the entire time, and as much as you appreciated the gesture, it didn’t feel the same as Charles’ touch.

“Arthur?” Like you had summoned him, Charles appeared behind you. “Mother and Father are requesting your presence in the throne room. It’s about finalising the formalities for… your wedding.” 

“Yes, of course,” Arthur nodded. “Can you keep Princess Y/n company, Charles?”

“Anything, brother.” Charles clapped Arthur on the shoulder. “Did I ever congratulate the two of you?” 

Arthur’s brow twitched and you wondered if he could also see the buried sadness in Charles’ eyes. “No, but I’ll gladly take it now.” 

“Well, congratulations. You’re lucky Maman and Papa found you a good one.”

“Yes, I am.” Arthur pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to your cheek before rushing off to his parents. Agonous jealousy was splayed on Charles face the moment Arthur turned away.

“I don’t know how many times I can say this in four days, but I’ve missed you,” Charles said, a sweet, awkward smile on his face as he shoved his hands in his pockets, stepping towards you. “Whenever I’m away from you I miss you.” 

“And I don’t know how I’m going to stay away from you if you keep proclaiming your love for me.” You reached out and touched his forearm.

“Then don’t stay away.” Charles wrapped you in a hug and you felt yourself giving in. “I can talk to my parents and I’m sure if we just explain the situation, they’ll understand. We could get married and be together. Arthur could marry a princess from Wolff or whoever he wanted! Y/n, we could-”

“Charlie, my love, what of my parents?” you asked. “They signed an agreement about me and Arthur. Not me and you. As much as I love the situation you’re describing, as much as I love the possibility of being with you, it’s impossible. Unless you can convince my parents otherwise, which is impossible, it’s not going to happen.”

Charles hummed, slowly separating himself from you in fear of someone seeing your embrace. “Then the least I can do is try.” 

You tied up Newt, silently counting down the minutes until Charles arrived. The seconds ticked by and you sat down at the base of the tree that had your initials carved into it next to Charles’. You traced Charles’ initials with your finger, still in the euphoria of love. It was only a couple weeks ago that you and Charles had confessed your love for each other and he couldn’t seem to stop saying it whenever he had the chance. It became greeting, conversation starter, and goodbye. 

But for some reason, Charles seemed to be late today. As time ticked by, a light mist coated the air. Normally, he was early, even getting to the clearing before you, but you tried not to worry. He probably had some duties to attend to, like you had had a couple weeks ago. You had apologised profusely to Charles, but he had forgiven you with the price of a kiss.

Newt started to get restless after twenty minutes and the mist turned into drizzle. You, now eighteen, fished out an apple to calm him down. It was another fifteen minutes before Scuderia showed up, Charles practically standing in the saddle, rain dripping down his body. “Charles!” You stood up, waving him towards you. Instead of the brilliant grin that usually graced his face whenever he saw you, a frown was burrowed into his brow. “What’s wrong?” 

“Chérie,” Charles didn’t even bother to tie Scuderia up before bundling you in his arms and peppering kisses to your forehead, temples, cheeks, and nose. He twirled you around so his arms were crossed in front of you, cradling you, and started kissing your neck, collarbone, and earlobes. 

“Charlie,” you laughed lightly. “What are you doing?”

“My chérie, mon amour, I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to end like this.” 

“Charles,” you spun around in his arms, taking his face in your hands. You gently caressed his cheek in an attempt to calm him down. “You’re scaring me. Please, tell me what’s wrong.” 

“I love you, you know that, right?” Charles assured you. You nodded along. “Then you have to believe me when I say it pains me that I can’t meet you here anymore.”

“What?” Your heart dropped and your stomach twisted. “Why?” 

“My mom and dad are getting suspicious, chérie. I think they know I’m meeting a girl out in the forest,” Charles tried to explain it to you but you just became more confused with every word. “I’ve already turned down one marriage proposal and they’ll get frustrated if I turn down another.” 

“You’ve done what?” You stepped back from him and Charles’ hands reached out, trying to keep you close to him. You backed up, away from him, until you could feel Newt at your back. “You never told me about that.” 

“I didn’t think it was important,” Charles argued. “But what I’m trying to say is that I think it’s best if we take a pause on the meetings for now. My parents are already breathing down my neck and it doesn’t help that you’re betrothed. Lorenzo found out about you and I’m worried what will happen if someone else does too.” 

“Charlie, you turned down a marriage proposal?” You couldn’t wrap your mind around it. “You could’ve had a wife by now? And who cares if Lorenzo knows about me?! I almost- it feels like you’re embarrassed about me?” It came out like a question. You tangled a hand in Newt’s mane, hoping for some sort of stability. “You never cared about my betrothal before this. Why now?” Charles swallowed and you could see a war debating in his mind. “Answer me, Charles,” you demanded. “What happened that made you bring this up?” 

Charles took a deep breath and said, “you’re the princess of Haas, aren’t you? It all makes sense. Your betrothal, your outfits, your manner of speaking. I thought you were just a duchess or countess, but no. You’re the princess.”

You weren’t sure how to answer. How did you find out? seemed too accusatory. I thought you knew? was too deflective. What does it matter? was too aggressive. You settled on saying, “yes. And you’re Prince Charles Leclerc. I’ve kind of always known.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Charles whispered.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted. “It never really came up. Some part of me thought you knew- thought you had connected the dots and just accepted it. I didn’t intentionally hide it from you. I’m sorry.”

“Y/n,” Charles started. “I can’t hang out with you anymore.” The beginning of tears pricked at the back of your eyes and your face grew hot. You opened your mouth to say something, but Charles beat you to it. “It’s not proper for us to visit each other outside of the court. If people found out they could…” He trailed off and shook his head. “I’m sorry, my chérie.”

You couldn’t meet his eye, instead focusing on a patch of wilted flowers. “Okay,” is all you could say. “Goodbye, Charles.” Newt’s mane was slick with rain as you climbed on. Your horse seemed to sense your urgency and quickly wove through the trees, leaving Charles behind. You wiped at your eyes, letting Newt take full control. You regretted it when a branch snagged on your arm and you cried out, a line of blood starting to appear. When you returned to the Haas castle, Megan didn’t question it when you collapsed on your bed, instead opting to help you change out of your rain-soaked dress before curling up with you under the covers. 

Little did you know, Charles was still sitting in that clearing, silently crying. Scuderia bumped his nose against Charles, but the prince just pushed him away.

Day 6

“So, what’re you going to do about it?” Megan asked.

“Absolutely nothing,” you admitted. “There’s nothing I can do. The treaty has been signed, the preparations are underway, and Arthur…” You sighed before continuing, “he’s really nice. I could envision a future with him.”

“But what about Prince Charles?” Megan sat on your bed, the night before the wedding. You had given in and told her everything. “Can you envision a future with him?”

“I want a future with him.”

A deeper voice whispered, “I want a future with you too.” Charles stood at your door, and peeking out behind him was Arthur.

“Shit,” Megan muttered.

“What are you doing here?” You stood up, eyes flickering to Charles before sheepishly locking eyes with Arthur. “Prince Arthur… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-”

“No, no,” the boy reassured you, his small, anxious smile seeming almost… hopeful. “You’re a wonderful girl and an even better friend, but you’re not who I would’ve chosen to marry. No offence,” he quickly added. “We just don’t click. We don’t have that same spark that you and Charles do. And, well, I kind of have my sights set on someone else. Charles explained it all to me.”

You laughed. “Guess we really are the perfect pair, huh? Both pining after other people.”

“And you after my brother?” Arthur joked, gasping dramatically. “How unfaithfully devious of you.”

“Oh, shut up.” 

“What does this mean, then?” Megan asked for you. “We can’t just swap Charles out for Arthur at the wedding.”

Arthur grinned and said, “Why not?” He slung an arm around Charles, clapping him on the chest. “Guess you’re getting married, big brother.”

Charles laughed loudly before turning to look at you. “Y/n L/n, will you marry me tomorrow?” 

Your lips separated in half shock and half elation. “I- I… yes! Though I admit, I expected something a bit more extravagant.”

“Chérie, I’m just upholding my promise.” Charles opened his arms cheekily and even though you were confused by his words, you fell into them, happy to be able to hold him in the presence of others.

“Hmm?”

“You don’t remember?” He lifted an eyebrow, throwing you his signature smirk.

You tossed a ball to Charles who threw it back.  “Anything new in your life?” he asked.

“Nope. You?”

“Nope.”

After a minute of silence Charles said, “Let’s make a deal.”

“Alright, what is it?”

“If, in ten years, we still have the same, boring lives,” You scoffed at his words. “then we get married and make our lives un-boring, together.”

After a moment’s deliberation, it didn’t seem like a bad deal to an eight-year-old. “Okay,” you readily agreed. “But I doubt my life will be boring in ten years.”

“Sure…” Charles snickered at you. “I’ll let you believe that.”

“How can you not remember my completely legitimate marriage proposal?” Charles scoffed quietly, leaning down to bump his forehead against yours.

“Well, pardon me for not remembering something you said thirteen years ago,” you tapped him on the chest.

“How could you not remember a proposal?” Charles asked. 

“I would like to know the answer to that as well,” Megan spoke up. 

“Well, does it matter as long as I say ‘yes’?”

“No, I guess not,” Charles beamed as he bent down to kiss you.

Day 7

Charles kissed you again, but this time it was in front of an altar, before a crowd, and with you wearing white. 

Surprisingly, it hadn’t took much convincing for your parents to understand the situation. Apparently, Charles had stayed true to his word and contacted your parents, explaining everything. Your father was just relieved you were still marrying someone and your mother had always preferred Charles anyway. King and Queen Leclerc, after hearing of the years of meetings you and Charles had shared, were more than thrilled. They were eager for you to join their family and a marriage of love always went better than a marriage of politics. 

The wedding was already planned, the chefs already prepping, and the priest already booked. All they needed was to switch out Arthur’s name for Charles’.

“May I present Prince and Princess Leclerc of Enza!” The priest announced to thunderous applause.

“Hello, chérie,” Charles whispered and his nose bumped against yours. “Or should I say, Princess Leclerc?”

“I like that name best,” you grinned.

“I do too,” Charles admitted.

[soullessjack]

it genuinely kills me very slowly to think that some people can only ever think of jack as the destiel kid and not like an actual person with a myriad of maladjustments or silly funny personality quirks. like he has a whole special red and white fleece lined Christmas jacket and is canonically acknowledged as looking like a stupid hot white boy without any thoughts behind his eyes. He killed a whole fucking archangel and then decided that he really wanted to try making some friends like a week later. they wanna be normal and nice so bad and pretend to be some normal small town boy next door all the time but they were literally so angry once that it took three gunshots fired in the back to make him calm and reasonable.

he stress eats and stays in their room for weeks on end when they’re depressed or upset. they line their shoes up and fold their shirts and wear bright yellow vans and red hi-tops. he’s narratively paralleled to Anakin but his favorite character is Ahsoka. he pretended to be a coke addict and pretended to be a pretty new boy next door again to flirt with a hopelessly romantic girl. women want him and he’s absolutely clueless about it. women and men and probably fish fear him too. he dresses like a combination between an elderly man and a 70’s sitcom hippie. he was literally called Bieber and Suite Life. they like stripe patterns and Hawaiian pizza and movies and computers.

they’re literally an autistic person who just explodes shit when they get overstimulated. They watch riverdale and constantly sweep their hair back in a specific stylistic choice bc he likes looking like that. he fucking decapitated a whole Gorgon and then stole the guy’s snake as a trophy. he says shut up when he’s mad and calls things stupid and says they suck. he’s a teenage girl. he’s. A Teenage boy. He’s non-binary. He sat on the throne of god in grass stained jeans and clunky grandpa sneakers and left it all behind without even blinking as soon as his shitty bunker home called out to him. He sticks his tongue out when he’s focused on something and his left eye pulls up into a squint when he smiles reallt wide and his smile is crooked and he has sleepy eyelids . They decided to defy death herself just to rescue someone he mildly remembered caring about once and then blackmailed a reaper into helping with said rescue plan.

He got turned into the tiniest ugliest dog ever and got a thermometer shoved up his ass in the same episode where he’s narratively symbolized by the ouroboros symbol and makes the deliberate choice of destroying his soul just to selfishly keep his family bc he legitimately cannot handle thinking about losing them without going insane. his nicknames are sweetheart and darling boy and pal and buddy and Jackie Boy and slugger and he apologized to a girl for upsetting her like two episodes after ripping a man’s heart out and eating it raw. He literally actively wants to be a silly little guy that everyone likes but he’s so insane and unwell at the same time. he’s the best character ever and I need the entire world to understand this and to see him as more than just the destiel baby or I will also explode. .

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Unexpected (kinda) pure thought: Aemma and sicklybrother!reader get to hang out cuz they’re both bedridden all the time and support each other through their shit health. I also love the idea of them talking shit about everybody at court together and nobody suspecting anything cuz they have such spotless reputations. Also Rhaenyra doing the same thing w Aemma in episode one where she’s like ‘all these people are fussing over your health, who’s fussing over you?’ and spends time with him chatting and laughing.

When Aemma/baby Baelon dies and they all have the funeral on those windy-ass hills Reader being like “I’ve lost my friend, my brother and king has to burn his wife and child today, my niece has lost her mother and the realm has lost their queen, I’m going to be out there if it fucking kills me,” even if he has to be carried he’s not skipping it.

Rhaenyra curling up in her uncles bed the way she did as a little girl for comfort when Daemon is exiled and Viserys is distant 😢.

When the ‘heir for a day’ thing happens he gently confronts Daemon ‘did you really say it? I don’t want to hear it from Otto, I want to hear it from you. I’m not angry, I just want you to be honest with me’ (according to BTS stuff they filmed the scene w Daemon saying it but he genuinely said it in a honouring kinda way, not mocking)

Reader biting his lip til it bleeds to stop from crying/expressing his own grief cuz he’s trying to be strong for everyone and providing genuine advice even though he’s so sad and stressed. Emotional support animal vibes. Which makes him easy for Alicent to swoop in and ‘save’.

- 🦇

When I tell you I fucking love this idea so much, I mean it! Aemma and Sickly!Younger!Brother!Reader being the bestest besties in all the realm is just too wholesome for my heart to handle. Also, I absolutely adore that scene of Rhaenyra visiting Aemma and her mother nudges her with her foot. No doubt that exact same action and the mention of ‘all these people fussing over your health, who’s fussing over you?’ would happen more often then not when regarding Rhaenyra, the Reader and Aemma together. I also totally can see Rhaenyra having heard that exact sentence be uttered by either her mother or her uncle directed towards the other which in turn is why she used it. It’s like their own little thing they say to each other that Rhaenyra no doubt picked up given how much time she spent around them together.

I have no doubt in my mind that Aemma would spend most of her time by Sickly!Reader’s side, both being tended to simultaneously. They both share their annoyance at being so fret over by everyone else and just wanting some peace away from the maesters and servants hovering over them. I love the idea of the two having their own little get away place just for the two of them, and maybe Rhaenyra. Just somewhere the two could get some peace and serenity without anyone breathing down their necks about their health. I especially love the thought of this secret place having been founded and used by Sickly!brother!Reader way before he shared it with Aemma. Daemon is probably the only other person who knows about this spot, mainly because he went to visit the Reader one late night and found his bedchambers completely empty and nearly had a heart attack because of it but eventually found his sibling safe and sound in said secret place.

I definitely see Aemma and Sickly!Brother!Reader not only being the best of friends but also being more akin to brother and sister (and not in the Targaryen way). So when Aemma dies he not only lost his best friend but a sister too and it only adds all the more to the hurt. And he sure as hell is going to be in attendance at her and his nephew’s funeral. He’s not going to let anything keep him from being there for his brother and niece. He’s not going to let anything stop him from being there to send off his beloved best friend, his sister and her child to the gods. I can’t help but imagine Daemon being the one to come across the Reader trying to make his way out of the castle to where the funeral pyre, having trouble due to his health but still stubbornly trying to get back to his feet to get to where he needs to be. The Reader thinks Daemon is just there to stop him and is already in the midst of shutting down any attempts to prevent him from going through with his endeavors, but instead he’s met with Daemon holding his arm out for him to lean on and help aid him while he tries to walk again.

The sight of the Reader making his feeble yet determined way in support of Viserys and Rhaenyra in their time of need is something they both had desperately hoped to have happen but never imagined it coming to be. Viserys would be incredibly appreciative and thankful that his youngest brother was there, a part of him had wanted to bring the Reader out himself but he didn’t want to compromise his health more than it already was and end up having another funeral because of it. But seeing his brother, having him there was something Viserys would never forget. Meanwhile, Rhaenyra is absolutely brimming with relief and gratitude upon her beloved uncle making his way to stand among her and her father in mourning.

After Aemma’s death, Sickly!brother!Reader wouldn’t do too well. His bedchambers alone was a bittersweet reminder of her constantly, every single day, given how much she spent her time by his side laughing, chainring, gossiping, and everything else. Even with the bustling maesters and servants or even Alicent’s presence isn’t enough to take away from the quiet he now felt surrounded him without Aemma there. If anything Alicent’s constant presence would only be yet another reminder of Aemma, the way she now sits by his side the way Aemma once did or how she tried to talk to him in a similar fashion that Aemma did. For a good while, Sickly!Brother!Reader would try and avoid his room as much as possible, slipping away whenever he had the strength too. Hell, even when he didn’t have it in him he would still try to get away from the one place that reminded him most of his late friend. Even Viserys wouldn’t be able to bring himself to visit his brother for awhile, not after the many times he’d come across both his most treasured loved ones keeping each other company throughout their ordeals in the same said room.

On the other hand, Rhaenyra would depend even more on her uncle after her mother and baby brother’s deaths. She finds his company being the most comforting, getting to be in a space where her mother often was too made Rhaenyra feel even closer to her all over again. Not only that but she was often reminded of the fond memories of her, her mother, and her beloved uncle all being together and laughing away even given the weakened state her uncle was especially in. Rhaenyra would be glued to the Reader’s side once Viserys pulls away and Daemon is exiled. Her Sickly!Uncle was always the one she could consistently depend on no matter what and even now he continued to be there for her when she needed someone most.

Alicent would be jealous of the attention and overall closeness of the Reader and Rhaenyra. She’s understanding that both are going through something grievous, everyone affected by Aemma’s death is but she still can’t help but envy Rhaenyra getting to be so close to the Reader all she wants. Getting the Reader’s undivided time and attention, his comfort and assurance, all of it. Alicent understands the loss of a mother, she lost her own some time ago after all and she desperately wished she had someone like the Reader back then to do the same for her as he was doing for Rhaenyra. Not only that but Alicent also wished, hoped, prayed for more than anything that she could be someone the Reader could lean on, someone who could give him comfort and reassurance. She wanted to be the one to hold him, to soothe away his pain and anguish, she wanted to be the one he could depend on. Meanwhile her farther was forcing her to be exactly that for Viserys instead. Now that doesn’t mean she wasn’t also using the same methods with the Reader as she was with Viserys, trying to get him to just give into her even just a little bit. But out of the two Viserys was much weaker to it then his youngest brother.

If Sickly!Brother!Reader ever found out that Aemma’s cause of death was mainly due to the caesarean section that Viserys had the maesters do to save baby Baelon he wouldn’t be able to look at his brother again. He understands his brother’s position in the moment but he can’t help but hold quite a lot of blame and resentment towards Viserys for the choice he made. Eventually the Reader could come to accept it but knowing that it was his brothers choice that killed Aemma would be a hard hit to the Reader.

Regarding the ‘heir for a day’ comment, the Reader definitely wants to hear it himself from Daemon and only Daemon. He isn’t going to take anyone else’s word for it. And as calm and gentle as the Reader is coming off in the moment, he’s really seething with an overwhelming intensity of emotion. Daemon better explain himself right and clearly to his younger brother otherwise he’s getting a well deserved punch to the face, one that takes everything out of the Reader and leads to him collapsing onto the floor resulting in Daemon rushing to his side. It’s only then that the Reader fully allows himself to finally let out all the emotions he’s been bottling up in favor of being the one everyone else can depend on. Breaking down, sobbing so aggressively that Daemon can’t help but look on worriedly as his brother crumbles. All he can do is hold his baby brother and comfort him as much as he can until he calms himself down enough to be placed back into his bed and down some much needed water.

[russilton]

it *was* a little iffy how lewis said he wasn't aware of george's abuse by his fans when spinz was actively being shady. As a fan of both, it bothered me. What do you make of it?

I would chalk that one up to PR talk… cause yeah, it absolutely wasn’t great but also what did you expect him to say? “Yeah I knew about it but-“ was never going to happen, and arguably makes him look worse, or, like he’s being forced into caring about it now by a second party, and that fuels more conspiracies.

I personally really dislike the thing we sometimes see where people are angry about something, the person involved apologises and actually does what we’ve been calling them to do, and then people… pick holes in the apology and try to find ways to still be mad.

It’s like when Merc apologised for their first trophy comment. You can be mad something happened at all, but you can’t expect them to jump in a Time Machine and go back to un do it. Learning and owning up to mistakes is actually what I WANT to see people do. Lewis’ history of doing that is why I like him so much.

This is not a black and white view, I’ve stayed mad more than once- but in this case fans have been mad for years he did nothing, now he’s said sorry I didn’t know, but people shouldn’t do that… and people are just going how dare you not know.

It’s one thing to roll your eyes and move on, but a lot of the time I see people looking for a way to remain on an angry high horse and that shit is exhausting.

As I said yesterday I can’t stand whataboutism, and prior abuse does not give Lewis the right to ignore his fans behaviour, but I really can’t separate this from the fact Lewis has faced far worse abuse, frequently racist, from his teammates fans for decades, and very few people ever stuck up for him. No one made Alonso or Max apologise for their fans racist behaviour, in fact their drivers were allowed to defend them and blame Lewis for inciting it upon himself. I can frankly really see why Lewis genuinely never saw it as something he needed to address, especially since George himself seemed fine.

So for that, I’m glad he has, I’m glad for something when I expected nothing, and I can remain in the world of comfortably reminding people that both George and Lewis frequently defend and stick up for each other beyond the general required capacity as teammates. I care more about how they personally interact with each other than the state of idiot fans online.

As for spinz, I don’t like the guy, I haven’t liked him for a long time, but since the scummy tweet likes he’s also commented on George’s posts, praised him, and photographed him. I trust George to decide how he feels about the guy, and he’s clearly been comfortable with him in person.

If we start measuring up how George’s friends have been shitty about things online, we will be in an endless cycle of terrible. I don’t police my friends likes, if I did far less of them would post about ships I hate. I personally don’t expect Lewis to be keeping up with the posts his friends like even if it is about him.

People can argue it all they want, I really don’t think they’re online much, I have a less travel intensive stressful job with less hours, and I struggle to be online some days. It wouldn’t surprise me if the guys who routinely practice willpower exercises over eating things they enjoy, were able to cut our social media from their diet so to speak

TLDR: didn’t expect it, glad he’s said it, hopefully people will be sensible but they probably won’t, I’m personally content with it.

[waywardstation]

It’s Wednesday. Usually you’re sharing a WIP today but I am once again encouraging you to not pressure yourself to share something today, especially when things are busy on your end. Or anything else that could keep you from getting here.

So no pressure! And hope you’re doing okay! Take care!

Thank you for the reminder and support, friend! Both are appreciated very much, and hope you’re doing alright too! ^^ A lot has certainly been going on lately, but I really wanted to get a WIP out on time this week, so here is one, even though it’s pretty late!

SO HAPPY WIP WEDNESDAY! Today’s WIP is the losing choice from HFBE from this poll — an argument about the viability of pokeballs in the Pearl Clan.

Enjoy! Writing is subject to change!

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“Excuse me Miss Irida, but may we talk for a moment?”

The Pearl Clan leader turned back to see Ingo – he was trailing behind the group, purposefully so. He had been waiting for the right moment to approach her.

“Right now?” Irida’s eyes flickered back over the tops of people’s heads, up towards the communal hall at the top of the hill. “I’m sorry, but can it wait until after the meeting?”

“It is actually about the meeting.” Ingo’s grey eyes were unwavering, waiting — he wanted to ask her something. And Ingo was not one to usually ask for things.

“Ok,” She relented, pausing in the snow both so he could catch up, and they could have their conversation with some privacy away from the rest of the group. “You have until we reach the hall.”

“Thank you, I assure you it will be quick.” Ingo fell into step beside her, shuffling through the snow as they now both trailed behind the group heading towards the warm hall. Just like her, he kept his head tilted down, using the brim of his hat to protect against the wind and snowfall. “I, ah… I am planning to re-propose a proposition at this meeting tonight. I’d like to make another attempt at advocating for the use of pokeballs.”

“Tonight? Are you serious?” Irida lowered her voice (for his sake, not hers), looking back between him and the group. How could he possibly think about proposing that when this meeting was for them to discuss how to prepare for this famine? “I’m saying this not as your leader but as your friend, Ingo; now is absolutely not a good time for that. Everyone is already going into this meeting angry. And if you try and start this again, they’re going to-”

Irida took a deep breath; she was already getting stressed over it.

“You know what the elders are going to say, Ingo. Especially after last time. And you said you’d let it go.”

“I am well aware of what I said and I intended to stick to it, but these circumstances have changed our tracks, and I believe this may save us from derailing!” Ingo whispered back. He kept throwing quick glances at the nearing hall, gauging how much time he had left to persuade her. “Pokeballs can help us much more than the clan realizes – I’m confident that this can bring us closer to a solution, if not at least be a part of one!”

Irritation and confusion were replaced with genuine curiosity, but a fleck of doubt hesitantly followed after. Irida shook her head, not understanding. “How could they possibly help with all of this?”

“I will explain that in the meeting.” Having conquered the snowy hill, the two reached the warm light that spilled through the hall’s windows to project onto the snow. “But to do that, I need to actually present my proposal, and I’m afraid that will be difficult with the elders tonight. I am trying this for the fourth time now, and I’m aware of how this will most likely be received. I expect they’ll attempt to send me back to my seat before I even start.”

Ingo paused just outside the doors, waiting for Irida to go in first — she could do so and end the conversation right now if she wanted to, but she didn’t. Instead she stood there, staring at their fading shoeprints in the snow.

Irida could see why he approached her about this now, and a part of her felt sorry for him. “So you want me to vouch for you in this meeting tonight.”

“Not for the proposal itself. Just for the time to talk.”

[anti-amzy]

Cobra Kai Season 6 Part 1

My unpopular opinions

(Spoiler warning)

I actually really enjoyed the first part of the season. Much more than the first part of season 5. I’m glad they worked on the inner relationships inside the dojo.

“Hawk got nerfed” no he didn’t lol. This actually fits perfectly with his character. Hawk is an overly emotional fighter when his emotions get messed with he can either become a good fighter or suck ass. I think him and Robby both have this issue (more on Robby in the next point). We see this in season 4 where he’s emotional because he’s depressed about his hair and the Moon breakup, he’s having trouble fighting until Moon kisses him which boosts his confidence. Demetri beating him is not that crazy (he literally threw him into a trophy case season 2). Hawk was feeling way more sad than angry about MIT. He let his emotions and sympathy for his friend get the best of him while Demetri was more angry which caused him to lose. Also Hawk has a tendency to underestimate or go easy on his opponents. We see this in season 5 with Kenny (he got a point even before the silver bullet move because Hawk was going easy on him) He obviously went easy on his best friend + the points I put before. Hawk is obviously a good fighter but he is definitely not better or on par with the core 4 (at least in this season).

Side note: Where is Moon lol

My next opinion is about Robby. “Miguel got nerfed he should’ve won” y’all fanboys say everyone gets nerfed. I actually like Miguel and Robby they’re both in my top 3 characters of the show. Robby is also an emotional fighter which we can see during the captaincy fight. I honestly think he would’ve won season 4 All Valley if he wasn’t distracted by Kenny (sorry Hawk fanboys). Once Tory showed up he was finally able to stop worrying about that and get in the right headspace to win the fight. Miguel was obviously stressed about college which made him perform worse but that doesn’t mean he got nerfed. I think Miguel is still the best fighter but Johnny was 100% correct you can’t win every fight and everyone has bad days. I promise Miguel will be okay. He can lose one fight without fanboys crying nerfed.

“Kenny got nerfed” I’m so tired of the word nerfed, but again no he didn’t. Did Kenny get cheated, yes 100%. But i’ve seen people say he is on par with Hawk, which no he is absolutely not. I like Kenny and understand his troubles but he’s not on the level of Miguel or Robby. He couldn’t even get past Tory and Sam during the batting cages. His brother mentioned Tory and Sam had open shots during that fight but didn’t take them. I’m sure if they did Kenny would’ve been beat. Hawk also would’ve beat him in season 5 if he wasn’t spamming that silver bullet. He obviously got cheated with what Devon did but saying he got nerfed is insane. He didn’t even fight anyone fr. Just because Devon cheated does not mean they’re making Kenny weaker, she just literally cheated that’s it.

They have got to give Sam a better reason for wanting to win Sakai taikai. Like she wants closure…okay. The other 3 have better and more established/important reasons for wanting to win. Mind you I don’t think Sam has lost a fight in the series yet. She’s either won or they’ve been stopped early. She didn’t even really lose the All Valley. Let’s say she would’ve won the fight against Tory for captaincy without it being stopped. Okay cool. Sooooooo, what is her motivation then for the Sakai taikai? She would’ve already beaten her nemesis (or former); so what now? “She wants to be the best in the world” I’m sure all the kids going there do also but that’s not enough for me to root for her. I need them to expand on what Sam actually wants and what she’s fighting for in part 2, because does she even really want to go to Stanford either? Like I just have no reason to root for her at this moment. I’ve liked her character a lot more last season and this season but still give her something please lol.

Mr. Miyagi doing some shady stuff is not bad or ruining his legacy. That dude was around for years before he met Daniel. He was a war veteran. Giving him flaws is actually very interesting because it shows that he grew into the person that Daniel knew and that’s not a bad thing. I don’t think it was executed the best way but it’s not a down side that he has flaws. I would be more surprised if he was the way Daniel described him and how we saw him for his entire life.

Last one for right now but Johnny and Daniel being done with each other after the tournament would not be crazy. Obviously they’re not going down that root and they’ll become buddies again but sometimes people just don’t get along and that’s okay. If they’re still fighting now they’ll probably fight again in the future. Maybe therapy would actually help but yk.

Anyway that’s all off the top of my head but I actually enjoyed part 1 and am excited for part 2

[alaskan-wallflower]

lions roars can be heard for miles-i know lions only roar when they’re feeling threatened or something-and i read that they very rarely hiss

so now i’m imagining two times darry in wretched actually hissed/roared:

When Paul helped out him to the entire school. Here he is, gigantic in the middle of the football field, his identity out secret is completely out in the open…and paul has the NERVE to approach darry, to which darry, in all his fear and betrayal, reacts in absolute anger and actually hisses t paul. he can hear the crowd’s collective gasping. He can hear Paul gasping in fear. He can hear his teammates laughing at him…and yet, Paul doesn’t stop trying to approach him, to which all Darry can do is get on all fours and just roar. Loudly. Like it’s probably heard from across Tulsa. And after he does that he just runs, ashamed that he did that, and to Paul of all people (though not too ashamed-he’s more ashamed he let his anger get the better of him)

And the second time

When Pony comes home late from talking to Cherry. He’s pacing in the backyard, probably having knocked some trees over in his anxiety and anger, not caring if he’s digging up the ground with his claws, And when he sees Pony his ears immediately just flatten against his skull so hardly they’re hardly visible, and before he does anything rash, he just growls a bit as he approaches Pony. Pony, being Pony, deos the whole sassing back thing, to which Darry actually hisses because at that point he’s just so so angry that Pony could stress him out that bad and have the nerve to do that, and instead of Pony’s fear coming out as fear, it comes out as frustrated tears that he tries to hold back, and Pony starts trying to argue with Darry and that’s when Darry roars at him. Harshly. And not even five seconds later he just snatches Pony up and yells at him to “Look me in the fucking eyes when I speak to you!” so yeah, on top of being squeezed and thrown around by your giant angry gryphon brother, he’s also roared at

I have some angst for how Darry tries to get Two Bit to take his voice away because he hates that he did that to Pony. Two says no obviously, but for a good while Darry wouldn’t even let himself speak that’s how ashamed he was

I love Wretched angst