#i don’t mean to make this a thing but let me have fun with this nonnie here :D

[funky-brainedwhaletransgender]

It’s just a little bit soul crushing when I come across trans men talking about how much they hate men. Apologizing for being one. Like ‘haha I guess I’m a trans man yep that means I, as a man, suck, just like all other men haha feel free to vent your frustrations about the patriarchy at me. I can’t help being a man I hate men why would I choose to be one?’

I remember being there. Hating the gender you belong to is exhausting. It’s worth deconstructing I promise, even just for your wellbeing. Here’s a start:

Manhood isn’t inherently tied to misogyny and violence. Misogyny and violence are choices. Just choices that men are disproportionately conditioned into making. Men can and do rewrite that conditioning all the time. Manhood isn’t the problem. The problems are misogyny and violence. You’re not a bad feminist because you let go of the hate you have for the manness of yourself. Your manness doesn’t make you violent or misogynistic, being violent and misogynistic make you violent and misogynistic make you violent and misogynistic. Testosterone HRT doesn’t turn you into the archetype of male violence. Testosterone isn’t the driving force of misogyny and violence. Do you understand what I’m saying? Misogyny and violence are not inherent and inescapable to anyone, regardless of identity. Being a man doesn’t make you evil.

Treating misogyny and violence as inherent to manhood excuses men for being violent and misogynistic. Accountability is real hard when you consider doing bad things a fundamental nature tied to an identity. If men are sexist, can you blame this man for being sexist? That’s just how men are. Do you see how this is boys will be boys hidden behind a couple layers of pseudo feminism?

I spent years dancing around manhood because I believed the second I labeled myself a man I was the enemy. The number of ways I found to describe my masculine identity that weren’t man. The number of times hearing ‘at least you’re not a man’ set me back. The number of times I came so close to manhood, but ran into an explicitly trans inclusive ‘I hate men’.

I think the best word for how manhood feels to me is settled. Being a man feels like home. Masculinity feels so gentle, in a big ol’ teddy bear sort of way. Growing a beard and letting your little cousin stick flowers in it. Making sure none of my students think it’s okay to make fun of the kid who cries a lot. Answering ‘boys don’t cry’ with ‘I’m a boy, and I cry every single time a dog in a movie is sad’. I want to be so kind. I want to be the man someone chooses to start working on their dog’s fear of men with. I want to be trusted to watch a drink and to walk with people to their cars at night. I want them to find a cure for cat allergies so I can get that patting-tiny-animal-with-hairy-hands gender euphoria without eye irritation. Cardigans and top surgery scars. Wrinkled hands injecting testosterone. My dream life closes on sweet if eccentric old man.

I may have tangented a bit, but just… you don’t have to hate the man part of you. It doesn’t do any good. It’s not a moral responsibility. You can let that go because ‘man’ is just a gender. It isn’t a fundamental evil that exists deep within your being. The only evil masculine urge I’ve ever felt is the desire to wear athletic shorts in the middle of November. You’re not doing anything wrong by existing as a man I swear.

[sapphicides]

her: she must be thinking about other women

what i’m thinking about: louis! what? WHAT? it’s morning. i lost time. things got a little heated- with a boy! things got heated with a boy. i was at home picking lint off the sofa- i said to join us! the night’s gone, the room’s soiled, and once again i’m sat here with mop and mindlessness to clean it up. so the room got dirty, so what? i’ll clean it up. no, i clean it up! you make the mess, and i clean it up! mark it on the calendar, align it with ursa major, louis’ tri-annual FUCK OFF AND FIND ME with apologies to follow. i’m sorry. to seek comfort in the arms of lowlifes, and unfortunates, and broken children? fine. oh fine? fine. it doesn’t sound like fine. BUT REVEALING OUR NATURE TO A REPORTER YOU MET IN A BAR TEN HOURS AGO? what if it was published? I WAS HAVING SOME FUN! like we don’t have enough to fear after paris- i was in the middle of ending things when YOU- no, you nearly passed out on the floor next to him, louis! out on your feet from the drugs you stuffed him with- oh this is boring! you’re boring! YOU ARE SO BORING! and here come the drugs. COLORLESS. up the fangs. FLAVORLESS. down the throat. DULL. into the heart and off the fingers, feet, and wallowing brain. DULL NIGHTS, DULL WEEKS, DULL MONTHS, DULL AS FUCK! suffocation by the world’s softest, beige-est pillow. the ten hours i spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating than DECADES with you. oh there it is, the half-blank, half-apocalyptic look. but what does it mean tonight, huh? does he wanna lick my boots, or chop my hands off? is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight, huh? okay, okay, perhaps. but am i as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your FASCINATING boy? oh, oh it’s so hard to be me! picking lint off the sofa? it’s so hard to kill humans! i can feel their feelings as i drain them! louis de pointe du lac, it’s so hard to be me! everyone i know wronged me! okay, okay, let’s wake the boy up and let’s try you. i’m the vampire armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little BITCH! my brother, he tossed himself off a roof- but the vampires have heard of my daddy- my sister, she buried me alive! so he made me pretend i didn’t have a dick for 240 years. my daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. well he wouldn’t look at me kindly, lestat, lestat, lestat, lestat, lestat, lestat, lestat, lestat, lestat, lestat, lestat- I TALKED SHIT ABOUT HIM THE WHOLE TIME-THE NAME! THE NAME, UNUTTERED IN OUR HOME FOR 23 YEARS SAID OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL IT WAS POUNDING IN MY BRAIN LIKE A HAMMER! our problems aren’t about HIM! and you threw HER name around just for cover, but it always circled back to him. i loved her. BUT SHE DIDN’T LOVE YOU! not like he did, not like i have. i know. I KNOW!

[tacitusk1llwhore]

Don’t cancel me for this, y’all, but I’ve seen a lot of politically charged posts about RDR (as I should; games about outlaws and the corruption of big and small government are and always will be inherently political), but one thing has really bothered and stuck out to me the most, especially in male-dominated spaces in the fandom. The idea that the Arthur Morgan in this day and age would be a raging MAGA conservative—I’ve gotten so, so many posts about it on my TikTok today, and this is finally me snapping. Here are a few arguments I’ve heard for this. “When he hears that the Democrats want to take his guns, he’d say hell no to that.” “He’s from 1899; you really think he would vote for a Black woman?” And my personal favorite: “Arthur says in-game he doesn’t engage in politics.” I’m not going to go through each of these and explain, in detail with evidence from the games themselves, why I think these are the dumbest takes I’ve ever heard in my life. In a space I hope is more open to this discussion, I hope you’ll join me.

1.) The gun control issue. I know, I know, this one seems pretty obvious; I mean, he’s a red-blooded American man and cowboy. How could anyone possibly think for a second he’d be for the party of gun control?? While this is true, you know what’s also true? The fact that he lost a child to gun violence. Now, of course we don't know exactly how Isaac and Eliza were killed, but judging from the time and efficiency, we can assume they were shot. Now let’s get away from assumptions. Arthur mourned the loss of his son, felt the agonizing, intense pain of losing a child, and said that it changed him forever, hardened his heart. Do we really for a second think that Arthur would listen to the story of Sandy Hook, Parkland, Uvalde, and countless others and say, “No, guns are more important.”? Absolutely fucking not. Not only has Arthur felt that loss, that pain, but he is deeply empathetic; hearing the testimonials of children in these buildings, families that lost their babies, would be more than enough for him to understand and push for common sense gun laws. The erasure of Arthur Morgan's trauma of losing his son and the erasure of his empathy for children and families is rampant in political spaces of the fandom; to simply assume that because Arthur is an outlaw, in modern times he would be this “don’t tread on me.” “Cares more about guns than kids” kind of guy is asinine to me. Even if he hadn’t felt that loss and that pain, there are multiple times in the game where he is given a deeper understanding of things he has never experienced; he becomes angry at that pain inflicted, takes the mission with Charles and the Bison, and hears about the vaccines being diverted from the reservations, and the Black doctor (I think he’s a doctor) you meet in Rhodes. Once he heard these stories, these testimonials, or saw the pain, the hardship, he was quick to step in and do something to make a change. He would not value weapons over the lives of people, as we can see from the game.

2.) This one is always fun to see because it assumes that Arthur is inherently racist. Now, I’m going to state one of my least favorite but still valid arguments: he has minority friends. This is very true; look at Charles, Lenny, Javier, and Tilly. Here is why it’s one of my least favorite arguments: you can have minority friends and still be racist, sexist, homophobic… Having friends doesn’t make you antiracist, so what makes Arthur antiracist? One camp interaction stands out to me the most in regards to this, the one with Tilly when they first move south. Tilly comes to Arthur in specific to talk about how nervous she is being so far south; she understands that the south is a dangerous place for dark-skinned people, especially the location they’re in. Arthur, while he tries to soothe her, pointlessly at first, claiming that it's a good place to run from the law, also understands this, almost immediately changing his tone and telling Tilly not once but twice that e personally will keep her safe, that she has his word that he personally will keep her safe; a man that has hate in his heart for POC would not do that, ever. Another interaction is one with Lenny, where Lenny points out that Arthur wouldn’t notice the difference in the more southern states because the worst they’ll do to him publicly is say that he is friends with POC (less soft than that, watch the clips of it on YouTube if you want the full dialogue), whereas for Lenny the worst that can happen to him publicly is a lynching (which he states all the way back in chapter one where he almost was lynched). Arthur is not ignorant of racism; he knows that it exists—I hate the whole “Arthur doesn’t know about racism.” Because he does, and saying he doesn’t is an insult to his intelligence and awareness of the world around him. He knows racism exists; he personally just cannot fathom it; he cannot picture himself perpetuating racism (again, see the scene in Rhodes with the Black man), which is where I think that confusion that people say he doesn’t understand it comes from—he isn’t confused by racism; he’s confused why that man assumes he’s racist, because in his head he simply can’t fathom being bigoted.

This one has two parts, so bear with me. This also assumes that Arthur is sexist; the argument I see for this is the one-off comment he makes to the working girl at the saloon, "I didn't know I was talkin' to a lady." Was this an ok statement? No. Does it make him a raging sexist? Also no. Let's look at his relationship with Sadie; he does not underestimate her because she's a woman; he trusts in her and her abilities with unwavering confidence, so much so that he entrusts the safety of John, Abigail, and Jack to her. Now let's look at the camp interactions, one of which Arthur states that he sees no difference between men and women (bi king) and that most are bad, but some are worth loving. A man who is a raging sexist would never say something like this; he would never equate men and women, but Arthur does see them as equals. I see a lot of people point out that Arthur is far more protective of the camp girls than most, but this isn't because he sees them as less than him; he just understands that a lot of them lack the ability to fully protect themselves (Love you, Tilly and Mary-Beth). He isn't quite as protective of the women that he knows with confdence can and will protect themselves with confidence, but even then he will stick up for them if needed. Arthur Morgan is a protector of women, which is so incredibly important today and back then.

3.) Here’s my favorite. Arthur doesn’t engage in politics. Looking at this in terms of the game, he absolutely does engage in politics; he has opinions on rights and the government; that is, in fact, political—he doesn’t vote, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t make political statements or isn’t even unintentionally political. Now let’s look at this in the frame of today. Being non-political in 1899 and being non-political in 2025 are two wildly different things; politics has changed drastically in the last almost decade where thngs have circled back around to be voting for or against human rights, and from my evidence above, Arthur would be voting for those rights. In modern times it is almost impossible to be nonpolitical; I dare say it's impossible. Everything now has politics attached to it; that argument is their gotcha moment because they don't understand that, which is why they make the argument in the first place.

So, why does this matter? Arthur is a pixel outlaw in a fictional setting of 1899 America. I guess in the grand scheme of life it really doesn’t, but in fandom culture it absolutely does. Many people, including myself, come to fandom spaces to escape, to cope with things from their past or events of the day, to chat about characters, and to share theories and art, and so on. Imagine someone who lost a child, sibling, or friend to gun violence logging on for their daily dose of distraction only to see someone making points as to why a character who is comforting to so many people wouldn’t care about the death of their lost loved one, just guns. A POC or member of the LGBTQ community doing the same and seeing arguments as to why Arthur is homophobic or racist. Seeing something like that is in fact harmful; taking things and stretching them to fit your narrative despite the actual source material pointing in the opposite direction requires erasure and explaining your own personal biases publicly. Someone stating that Arthur is a racist is just them stating that they themselves are a racist or that they themselves care more about guns than lives—as we’ve seen, the public stating of controversial things or overall morally reprehensible ideals when gone unchecked spirals and spreads, and soon we have a space of people who will openly state bigoted things and push the people in the fandom here for reasons of a shared enjoyment for whatever reason or the people who use things to cope or as a distraction out of the space, effectively ruining it and potentially the outlook on the content of the game. Fandom spaces shouldn’t tolerate bigotry, and lots of Red Dead fans have been expressing bigotry lately, and these people have started to go completely unchecked. It bothers me; it always will, even if it is just a silly cowboy game.

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse / last / 780 words / a love confession for @velanavis birthday

“My coffee will be cold by the time we get there,” Regulus groused. 

James had suggested going back to his place before grabbing dinner. It sounded lovely—except Regulus knew it would mean the end of tender kisses, callused hands cupping his face, and those brown eyes looking at him like he was the first star they’d ever seen.

He’d find the most absurd excuses to stretch out the nights he had James all to himself.

“Then I’ll warm it up,” James countered instantly.

“It’ll taste like shit.”

“Then I’ll make you another one.”

“I’d rather take the reheated coffee, baby,” Regulus teased, his voice laced with a playful bite.

He only allowed himself to call James sweet things when he was teasing, probably why he got meaner as his feelings grew. Not that James seemed to mind. Regulus often wondered if James did it on purpose—if he loved being called "love" or "angel" by him so much that he intentionally annoyed him just to hear it.

“Come on, you liked it last time didn’t you?”

Regulus simply laughed in response. 

“Okay. I’ll go to the shop and get you another one,” James offered, his stubbornness matching Regulus’ own.

Regulus sighed, unable to resist him. “Okay, then.”

“Really?” James’ entire face lit up.

With an exaggerated bow, James extended his arm to let Regulus walk ahead. They strolled to the car, and Regulus opened the passenger door for him, leaning against the frame as James buckled his seatbelt.

“You know I would be happy to spend money on coffee every day for you right?” James said with ease, he always did, as if his words carried no weight.

“Since when are you a philanthropist?” 

“Since you’re the cause,” James confessed, his tone laced with an honesty that disarmed Regulus. 

“Smooth, but not very casual of you, James.” Regulus closed the door, biting back the sting of knowing James probably didn’t mean it the way he wished he did.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, Regulus fastened his seatbelt and reached for the ignition when James spoke again.

“Would that be too bad?”

Regulus turned to him, brow furrowed. “What?”

“If I didn’t want to be casual anymore.”

The words hit him like a punch to the chest.

“I like having fun but I’mt not really into games, James. What are you saying?” Regulus’ voice cracked. His mind was running at a hundred miles per hour trying to keep him grounded to avoid getting hurt. 

“You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Actually no, I’m tired of assuming what any of this means to you,” Regulus let out harshly. 

James unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted to face him, reaching for his hand. His thumb brushed over the back of Regulus’ knuckles with that same maddening tenderness Regulus had been savoring for months.

“I want you,” James said softly. 

“You already have me,” Regulus whispered, barely audible.

“I want to be with you.” 

Regulus remained silent. He was terrified that any sudden movement would wake him up and reveal this was just a dream. 

James dropped his gaze to the floor, as if his shoelaces could offer him advice. He took a deep breath, mumbled something that Regulus couldn’t understand and finally locked eyes with him. 

“I fucking hate coffee, It makes me anxious, but you love it. And the only time you let me spend time with you—time that doesn’t involve a bed, or a couch, or some surface you can fuck me on—is at coffee shops or roasteries or whatever the hell they’re called. I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m okay with having just a part of you when I want all of you”

Regulus opened his mouth, unsure if anything would come out. His heart was threatening to rip him open and leap straight into the hands of the man in front of him. But James pressed on. 

“No, don’t say that I won’t want all of you if I got to know you, because I already do okay? I do know you, no matter how desperately you try to act like I don’t. I know you and I want you.” James paused, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “I know you, and I want you,” he repeated, softer this time.

Regulus turned away, his vision blurring as the tears he’d been holding back threatened to spill. It wasn’t a dream.

“Will you look at me?”

He did as James asked—Regulus didn’t know how to deny him anything.

James held his gaze, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to be yours just as much as I want you to be mine.”

“I’ve always been yours, Jamie.”

[plumbieyt]

Planting Plums Legacy Challenge by Plumbie and The Plum Family

Do you enjoy wholesome family gameplay, storytelling and the cosy side of The Sims 4? If so, the Planting Plums Legacy Challenge is for you.

My Inspiration For the Challenge:

My favourite aspect of The Sims is the family gameplay and all the stories that can arise from it. I love using the game as a vessel for telling stories, with that in mind, I thought I would create a legacy challenge built around all my favourite things in the game.

Each generation will have a focus on cosy and wholesome gameplay, primarily focusing on big families, but this doesn’t mean it will shy away from drama. It wouldn’t be realistic if I weren’t to include some sort of tension, so in each generation there will be conflicts but they will be mild and used in order to add depth to the family.

What Makes it Different:

One thing that separates this legacy challenge from the usual one is that I’ll be writing it one generation at a time. I’m doing this because I want to build this legacy with my community (the Plum family) on YouTube so that the Sims and stories will be a joint effort, making it a unique legacy due to the many inputs. It also means the story will grow organically, as it won’t necessarily be planned. This doesn’t mean you can’t take part in this legacy until we’ve reached the final generation because I’ve created the first generation, and we can play alongside as we grow the legacy.

The goal for this legacy challenge is to create a beautiful family that you’ll fall in love with and cherish all the members, even the troublesome ones. If this sounds like something you’d want to be part of, you can always comment, email or DM me your ideas for the legacy, as this is a community effort. So, let’s begin growing the family that will be known as the Plumtrees. 🌱🌸

General Rules & Packs Needed:

There won’t be any rules for this legacy challenge, as I want storytelling to be the focus point of it, but I’d recommend only using cheats if you absolutely need to use them, as sometimes, there is more fun and imagination in the limitations.

As of right now, you’ll need Cottage Living, Seasons and Get to Work. But if you don’t have these packs, feel free to adapt the challenge in your own way so that you can participate. Keep in mind the list of packs needed will grow bigger once the third generation is born.

Generation I: The Plum Seed

Some of your earliest memories were of running around your grandmother’s bakery, helping her bake all sorts of treats. You always said you’d take over her business when you were older, but sadly, when you were a child, she passed away, and your family couldn’t afford to keep the bakery.

As you became older, your passion shifted from baked goods to flowers. You found great comfort in creating all sorts of bouquets and writing down the different varieties of flowers, as they gave you the purpose you lost after your grandmother passed.

Growing up in a city meant nature was scarce; you spent time after school wandering around botanical gardens and finding wildflowers in the concrete, but this wasn’t enough, so the moment you became a young adult, you made the daring decision to move to an old cottage in Henford on Bagley.

Towering buildings and busy streets have been all you’ve ever known, so living in the sticks is going to take some getting used to, but as you stand on the doorstep of a new life, with baskets full of flowers, notebooks, baking ingredients and a dream to open a florist in the heart of the village, you feel that a slip in the mud won’t bother you a single bit.

Aspiration:

Best-selling Author: You want to write nonfiction books about your interest in flowers and bouquets to share your passion with the world.

Traits:

Love the Outdoors

Creative

Ambitious

Hobbies & Skills:

Baking

Gardening

Writing

Career:

Florist & Author: You own a florist business and sell your books.

To-Do's:

Move into a small cottage (it can be in any world, but preferably Henford or a countryside world)

Build from scratch a florist shop

Reach level 10 of the flower-arranging skill

Grow every type of flower in the game (or every flower in your game. For example, if you are missing a pack with a certain flower in it, you don't need to buy the pack just to grow that flower)

Reach level 5 of the writing skill

Write and publish 5 non-fiction books

Complete errands

[yearsbecomingcool]

nice guys finish last | daniel markowitz 18+

donate to gaza here | masterlist | part 1

pairing | daniel markowitz x f!reader

synopsis | you see how long danny can really last.

warnings | f!reader, sexual context, mentions of premature ejaculation, subby!danny, dom!reader, handjobs, degradation, titty worship, nipple play, & edging.

word count | 1.6k

a/n | if writing submissive men is wrong i don't want to be right. this was so fun to work on, it's been a long time since i've written any smut involving men so this was a bit of a challenge, but a fun one nonetheless. i'm trying to figure out which other character's of fred's i want to write for so if y'all have any requests pls share, i am a deeply indecisive person. also!! if you'd like to be on my taglist for future fics let me know!!

You’re sitting on Danny’s lap as he hangs his head in embarrassment. He can’t believe he just came in his pants from making out and grinding. He feels like a teenager again in the worst way possible. He gathers himself enough to speak, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

You cut him off, cupping his face in your hands, “Hey. It’s okay, I’m not upset.”

“It’s just…it’s so fucking humiliating,” he whines. 

“Why? Danny…it was hot.”

He looks up at you, a bit confused. “What? I came in my fucking pants like- like a teenager. That’s embarrassing!”

“To you maybe. I don’t know…I liked it. It’s cute, I didn’t know I got you worked up like that,” you giggle, playing with his hair. 

“Cute? You’re messing with me, there’s no way you thought that was cute.”

You shake your head, “Some girls are into it y’know, I am at least. Makes me feel good to know that all I had to do was kiss you and dry hump you. Makes me think about how you’d react if I actually got my hands on you.”

“You want to touch me?” He asks it as if it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

“Did you think I was grinding on you for shits and giggles?”

He blushes bright red, “I just…didn’t want to assume anything. I-I don’t know.”

“You’re fucking adorable, truly.” 

You cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Danny, let me make this clear. I want to touch you, I think you’re attractive, I’ve been into you for years. Fuck whatever insecure thoughts are running through that head of yours, okay? It’s hot that you just came in your pants like that, I wanna see how long you’d last if I touched you for real if you’d let me.” 

He wets his lower lip with his tongue and nods his head. “Please…” It comes out small and pathetic. He winces as he hears it leave his lips. 

“Please what? Tell me what you want me to do, Danny.” You straddle his lap again, thighs on either side of him. Your hand goes down to his belt. “I can’t give you what you need if you don’t ask for it.” 

He throws his back against the couch, whining pathetically, his hips rolling up against yours. You reach down to pin his hips to the couch, “Be a good boy and use your words.” 

“God…you’re really gonna make me?” He asks breathlessly. 

“I mean unless you want to go off into my bathroom and try to get yourself off, then yeah, you’re gonna ask for it.” He’s only seen this side of you a couple times in his life and every single time he’s crumbled beneath your feet, ready to do whatever you ask of him. With other girls he’s been the one to take charge, but as you order him around he can’t help but melt and bend to your will. 

He closes his eyes and sighs, “Please…please touch me. I need it so bad.” 

His pleas are music to your ears. You smile down at his lap and start to undo his belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side. You lean forward and start to kiss his neck while you undo his pants. You don’t pull his cock out immediately, you’re gonna tease him first.

“Let’s make a deal, yeah? You hold off on coming till I give you permission and I’ll let you suck my tits. How does that sound to you?” 

He opens his eyes, glancing down at you hungrily. “I-I just have to hold it till you say?”

“Mhm, that’s all I need from you, pretty boy.”

“Fuck it, yeah, deal.”

You chuckle against his neck, your hand trailing down to his crotch. You begin to palm him through his underwear, whimpers falling from his lips almost instantly. “I knew that would work, fucking perv. Did you think I’d forget every time you’d look at my tits in my bikinis? You looked at me like you wanted to eat me, just wanted to bury your face in ‘em, hm?”

“Oh fuck me…” He mutters, his hips bucking up towards your palm, desperate for something more. “You noticed?”

“Danny, you’re as subtle as a brick through a window. You could’ve burned holes through them if you tried hard enough,” you laugh. You squeeze him through his underwear and his eyes shoot open like he was just given a shot of adrenaline. He whines so pathetically that you can’t help but smirk, “So sensitive…” 

“I can’t help it…I haven’t been with anyone since Allie,” he mumbles. 

“Forget about her, okay? I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. Promise.”

You tug his briefs down, his cock springing free. “You were hiding this from me this whole time? Allie was a lucky girl,” you chuckle, biting your lip as you look down at it. You hold your palm up to his mouth, “Spit.” 

“You want me to spit on it, shouldn’t you do that?”

“Sorry, should I just dip your dick in your Dr. Pepper?” You ask sarcastically.

“Please don’t.” He leans forward and spits into your palm obediently. 

“Atta boy.” You wrap your hand around his cock, pumping it at a slow teasing pace.

He mewls at your touch, his head falling forward against your neck. He places soft kisses starting at your ear, trailing down to your collarbone. He keeps his hands to himself as best he can, gripping your waist. “Can’t believe this is real…” He mumbles against your skin. 

“How many times did you touch yourself thinking of me, Danny?” 

He whines, “So many times. I felt so guilty every time, just couldn’t get you out of my head. Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He begins suckling marks into your delicate skin, you whine as you get him off. 

You pick up the pace, watching how his body reacts to your touch. Part of you is shocked he’s held it this long after how quickly he came before. “Pervy boy…getting off to your best friend like that, should fucking punish you for it. Do you even deserve to cum again tonight?” You’re teasing, of course you’ll let him cum, you’re not cruel. It’s just way more fun to watch him squirm. 

“Please, please, I’m sorry! I-I just…you-”

“Hm, shut up. Fuck the deal, gonna give you what you need.” You tug your shirt down with one hand, your bra exposed. “Don’t make me do all the work here, it’s not gonna suck itself.”

He reaches forward to tug your bra down as well, he starts to kiss down from your collarbone to your breasts. He leaves marks every now and then, leaving a dark trail you know will leave you wearing turtlenecks for at least a week. He spends his time marking you up, he’s wanted to do it for years. He reaches up for your nipple, rolling it between his fingers, eliciting a whine from you. He smirks as if he’s won, you squeeze his cock softly to remind him who’s in charge. He lets out a strangled yelp and bucks up into your hand. He takes your nipple into his mouth, suckling at it as he moves his hand to tweak the other. You pick up your pace, muttering a mix of praise and degradation.

“Pretty fucking boy, you’re so good for me. Bet you spent so much time fucking your hand imagining doing this to me, hm? Bet you felt so guilty seeing me after, poor baby couldn’t get me out of his head. You’re doing better than I thought, didn’t know you could handle a pretty girl's hand around your cock. Could barely handle a kiss before.” You laugh as he suckles at you.

He’s practically fucking your hand at this point, bucking his hips pathetically. You squeeze your hand around his cock, stroking him and keeping the pace of his thrusts. His eyes squeeze shut and he moves his mouth to your other nipple, whining against your skin as he feels himself getting closer. He suckles harder, causing you to wince at the slight pain. You tangle a hand in his hair, pulling his face flush against your breast. He lets out a strangle moan and spills his seed against your lap and into your palm. As he comes down he suckles at your breast as if he’s soothing himself. 

He finally pulls away, breathing heavily. You bring your fingers to his mouth, “Clean ‘em up for me?” I ask. He brings your fingers into his mouth, sucking till they’re clean. You pull them from his mouth, wiping them against his t-shirt. You grab his chin and lift his head, you smile at the sight of his flushed cheeks and messy hair. “You’re so fucking hot.”

He grins bashfully, leaning his head back against the couch. “I didn’t know you could be so mean…or that I’d like it so much.” He lifts his hand, trailing his fingers over the marks he left on you. He looks proud of them.

“You owe me a turtleneck for these y’know, we’re lucky it’s winter.” 

“Hm you could just show ‘em off instead. Let everyone know I left ‘em there,” he numbles.

“Who knew you could be so possessive,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. 

“Look at you, if I don’t leave a mark I’ll never get another chance.” He sounds sad.

“You’re going to get many other chances, the night’s still young, I haven’t come yet…and tomorrow I might wanna wake up with a pretty boy between my thighs,” you tease, stroking his hair gently. 

“Fuck…I feel like I need to clean you up instead. Another round in the bath maybe? Your hot water got fixed, right?”

You chuckle, “Yeah, fucking finally. C’mon, I think you owe me an orgasm or two.”

[sccrim]

BOY IS MINE !

warnings : ( kissing , grabbing , cheating )

you strictly always wanted jungkook to yourself. but it was hard when he always had his little girlfriend with him.

not proof read.

"why is she always yapping." you rolled your eyes annoyingly. "maybe she drunk?"

your eyes traveled to the chick and back at jungkook who was shaking hands with everyone who kept going up to him. you did not care how hard you stared. if someone had a problem then they can address it.

"don’t do anything dumb y/n— already bad enough today."

"please. i won’t do anything dumb." cap again. you knew what you were gonna do. well shi — it’s jungkook. you finished your wine before fixing yourself.

"y/n! let’s take pictures on the red carpet. everyone is waiting for you to take pictures with everyone. this is your big day too!"

you had just uploaded a music video with jungkook. the song called boy is mine. everyone went crazy over it. you were new to the game and you figured a music video with jungkook would go big. you had to admit, you had always wanted jungkook but everytime you tried his little sidekick was there. you also never gave a fuck. the moment you saw all the comments and tags of everyone editing you guys saying they ship, you knew jungkook was yours— it was just a matter of time.

"hey y/n! how was doing the music video with jungkook like?" an interviewer asked. "it was fantastic, i knew i picked the right person." you smiled. "could you say the same jungkook?"

"of course, it was fun and y/n is super sweet!" you bit your inner cheek. "do you think you’ll ever do another music video together?"

"yes, i actually wanted to shoot one for my new song!"

"would you do it y/n?"

"of course!"

"let’s take photos now." your manager yelled. everyone going crazy. jungkook putting his hand on your back. "new music video?"

"yes, i was going to text you but i had to make sure it was a solid thing."

"look jungkook, i want you." brave is the word for you. "m'sorry what?"

"you heard me. you shouldn’t be with her. i see the way you act around her and it’s not the same. you and me can blow this industry through the roof. i know you were feelings me during our shoots. take a chance. break up with your girlfriend."

shock was an understatement. you took a last photo and walked away. he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t feel anything when you guys shot the music video but he didn’t think you would be so straight forward or just figured you ignored it. he also couldn’t lie to you and say he never thought about it. before you even blew up big he spotted you from the moment you were with megan thee stallion during their remix of butter.

even asked megan if you were single. you began walking inside the ball room when you felt someone pull your arm into an empty room. "what the —" before you could finish your sentence you felt soft lips on yours. locking into the kiss putting your arms around his shoulders. you didn’t even have to open your eyes. you knew it was jungkook. his cologne gave it away. his hands going down to your ass cheeks.

"meet me upstairs after this party." jungkook kissed you one more time and walked out making sure no one saw him or you. you bit your lip still thinking of the kiss. it was warm, soft, tight. if you could pull your panties down and fuck him there— you would. but i mean who wouldn’t.

 sccrim — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost , translate , or plagiarise my content.

[mscherub]

Courting with Azul (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader)

Gender neutral reader, referred to as Y/N or Prefect!

Warnings!:

Swearing as per usual

Leech twins slightly stalking you, all fun in games tho :)

Word count:

Approximately 2.2k

How long has it been since Azul has been acting weird? Well, weirder than usual, I guess. He was cunning, deviously intelligent, and just always had the one up on everybody thanks to his wit. After his overblot you ended up getting closer to him, especially since he always seemed to get into your business…but he’s changed now, and specifically when around you.

Was he ok? Did he fall and hit his head? If so, probably happened during flight class. I mean we’re talking about Azul here, Azul, the man who is always put together well it seemed, a man of high stature, now completely embarrassed when around you if you so much as smiled at him. Why couldn’t he make eye contact without going red? It was nerve-racking, the guy who you used to not be able to trust was acting all secretive around you again, and that just set off red flags. What was more concerning was the fact you always felt like you were being watched…and did you see a tuff of aquamarine hair or was that just your imagination? Huh…

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So…say maybe you got into an altercation by simply chance. Ok, well, to be fair it was mostly Ace’s fault. Why is it always his fault?

Ace, Deuce, and Grim had been to the lounge earlier within the week to get food, you stayed back at Ramshackle to study and you trusted them enough(big mistake) to have a friendly outing on their own. But things happened, and they ended up starting a food fight and causing Azul to loose who knows how much money due to the waste of food, and the money he had to pay for cleaning and the repairs.

Ace and Grim mainly begged you to talk it out with Azul because you were quote on quote, “closer,” to Azul than any other student was, and, yea, you definitely were considering how he let you hang out in the VIP lounge when you’ve had a particularly stressful day to wind down, but it didn’t go beyond that per se, he was just being friendly is all…trying to be. But still, this was something that the three should own up to on their own and face the consequences for and—

You’re seated in a chair in the VIP lounge. You were guilt tripped(again). One pout from Deuce and you folded. You watch as Azul fidgets in his seat, writing down whatever he was writing, most likely the expenses he’s owed.

“Look, ‘zul…I, shit, uh. You know I don’t have any money really, so I don’t know what you expect me to do with,” you look at a large number on the paper marked with a big bolded dollar sign. You take a breath in. “paying you back…” you sigh, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach.

“How much damage did Grim cause, specifically?” You murmur.

“Approximately 43% of the damage caused by just the group, which in turn means you owe me around $4,300 thaumarks give or take.” He sighs…$4,300!? You swallow thickly and you slump back in the chair.

“Ah…er. Azul, you know Crowley doesn’t even pay me that much in 4 months time…” you grumble. Great. Now you’re probably going to be indentured to work at the lounge to pay back the expenses, and that’s not even getting to keep any of the tips you make.

He glances up at you…and, woah. Woah, woah, woah. Why the fuck does he look guilty?

He clears his throat, his cheeks tinted pink. “Perhaps we could work a plan out considering your circumstances…” he drawls on.

He looks back down at the paper. You feel his foot brush against yours and you sit up again. You definitely knew where this was going to go. He’d ask for you to work for a time then let you go…gah, you didn’t have time for this, screw the words he had to say, let’s just get it over with already.

“I can’t afford to work many days of the week, so I guess I could do the weekends but—“

“No need for that, actually. Just…consider it covered this once I suppose. I’ll ask for more money from the duo to cover the expenses.” He stammers. “I suppose you can manage to tell them…” He looks at you then suddenly realizes what he says, shutting up.

…

…

HUH?!

“W-what? Azul? Hello? Wait, wait, wait. You’re covering it? Excuse me? What—“

“Oh, look at the time! Unfortunately, I am very busy man at the moment!” He spits out as he gets up from his chair swiftly, walking over to yours and waits for you to get up. You do out of surprise and he instantly places a hand on your shoulder and leads forces you over to the door, his face red.

“Good evening, Prefect. Jade will see you out!” He practically pushes you out the door, closing it quickly behind you.

You blink in confusion, but you’re pulled from your thoughts as Jade comes over with his cunning smirk, his earring jingling as he walks you to the door quietly.

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You spend all night tossing and turning. You had this uneasy feeling. I mean Azul out of all people said you didn’t need to pay him back. If those words had come out of Kalim’s mouth then you definitely wouldn’t have been as nervous as you are not, but those words came out of Azul’s mouth.

Grim, however, didn’t bat an eye and was just over the moon on how you could keep buying him the more expensive brand of tuna, sleeping peacefully at the corner of the bed. You sigh and sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. You think back to how Azul has been acting. He seemed more jumpy when around you, and he was awkwardly more touchy, always having a hand on your shoulder, lower back, or his leg up against yours when given the chance. When this did happen he’d blush crazily and it’d look like he had a fever.

He also liked to show off more nowadays. He’d invite you to the board game club when they were hosting a chess match to present to you just how smart he really was with his perfectly crafted performance of strategy during his matches, winning every single one.

Fuck. You need a drink to clear your mind…then back to bed, to sleep this time and not overthink.

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The next day you break the news to Ace and Deuce on how they needed to pay back equally 50/50, which felt wrong in a way. Grim caused almost half of the damage and yet you didn’t have to cough up a single cent. Ace instantly finds this unfair and complains the whole day, so much so that as you four walk through the hall, Ace “accidentally” knocks you into some random dude, who, coincidentally, happens to be one of the guys Grim targeted the most during the food fight. Ace realizes his mistake and attempts to pull you away before it’s too late.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, and keep that damn beast under control, I owe $2,500 thaumarks to the damn lounge thanks to you.” The man huffs. He towers over you and glares down at you. Deuce and Grim are ready to fight, and Ace slowly pulls out his magic pen, but—

“Hey, don’t be picking on shrimpy there, big guy. Pick on someone your own size.” Floyd chuckles as he grips the man’s shoulder tight. You quickly school your expression and back up next to the group.

Jade and Floyd stand ominously behind the unnamed student. He turns around and goes quiet as he sees the pair smiling at him. Their smiles don’t falter, and in fact they just grow wider.

Clearly the man had some sort of survival instinct and he muttered an apology before scurrying off down the hall. Floyd just giggles and watches him run away. It’d be fun to chase him. They will later. Floyd smirks as he walks over to you and picks you up into a bone crushing hug.

“We saved you shrimpy, bosses orders. You owe us, heh~” you squirm in his arms, trying to get out of his grip. But you pause as you go over Floyd’s words.

Bosses orders? Like…Azul’s orders. Like Azul ordered them to, what? Keep an eye on you?

“Floyd, this seems to be the only job you’ve ever enjoyed.” Jade smirks.

Floyd shrugs and puts you down. “It’s better than serving people food…” he huffs as they begin to walk away. Floyd smiles and waves to you before they both disappear down the same hallway the man ran down.

“You ok?” Deuce asks as he looks at you worried. You simply nod, completely confused.

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At this point, you’ve had enough of whatever game Azul was playing. He was making no sense with his actions which were further than the norm for him. I mean he was literally sending out Jade and Floyd to “watch over you,” and that was just creepy enough on its own. You could take care of yourself just fine guaranteed.

Anytime something remotely close to being bad happened, Jade and Floyd were always there. They’d scare off whoever was giving you a hard time and then leave. You had enough, and rightfully so.

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You find yourself marching into Mostro Lounge, pushing past Jade and swinging the door open to the VIP lounge. The student Azul was conversing swindling with jumps, and Azul mimics him the same, both look up at you. Azul’s eyes widen instantly as you glare at him.

You look over at the random student. “Leave.”

“Right on it.” The guy murmurs before quickly walking out.

You go over to his desk and slam your hands down, locking eyes with him. He lets out a small sound of surprise and swallows thickly.

“I want an explanation. Now.” You huff, taking a seat and sitting back as you watch him closely.

“An ex-explanation for, uh, what exactly?” He mumbles nervously, stumbling over his words.

“You know. The weird shit you’ve been pulling?” You sigh as you narrow your eyes at him.

“First, excusing me from having to pay anything back, which although I’m thankful for, is just weird coming from you. And also sending Jade and Floyd to do whatever they’re doing, cause I know for a damn fact they never used to show up when I got into a small argument. They made some kid cry!” You miff as you shake your head. “What’s going on with you? What happened? You’re…different. I’m worried, ‘zul.” You finally mumble out.

Your shoulders slump as your gaze softens. He goes quiet and blinks, looking down at the desk, his face all pink again.

“It’s. Complicated.” Is all he murmurs out. Nope. Not taking that for an answer. You watch as his hands tremble. You sit up in the chair and grab his gloved ones.

“Dude. Stop stalling and just say what’s going on. You’re honestly kind of scaring me, so—“

His hands wrap around yours and he gives a light squeeze. He looks into your eyes, then back at the bookshelves, scanning the spines of the books.

“Azul.” You say sternly.

“I suppose I hadn’t put much thought into how cultures vary from sea to land.” He whispers out. He looks back at you, pursing his lips. He opens his mouth to speak again but Floyd bursts into the room and happily walks up behind your chair and leans down, smiling at Azul.

“He likes ya, Shrimpy! He was courting you, and he would have tried to protect you himself but he’s weak so—“ Floyd blabs on but is cut off.

“FLOYDDDD!” Azul yells as he goes completely red, pulling his hands away from yours and covering his face. You blink once, then twice.

“Apologies for Floyd as usual, Azul. Fu, fu.” Jade chuckles. Floyd is then dragged away by Jade, leaving you and Azul alone again.

Courting.

That’s what it was? This whole time that’s what he’s been doing? Holy shit…

You gently get up from your seat and you go behind his desk, standing next to him as he sits. You grab his wrists and pull them away from his face, leaning your face closer to his and smiling at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I like you, too, ‘zul.” The time seems to stop as he goes wide eyed again and just stares at you. You quirk an eyebrow at him, watching him. You sigh, ah, fuck it.

You lean down and kiss his cheek. “I mean it. Now cut it out with the weird shit.” You chuckle as you pull away.

Azul looks like he’s going to combust, but he clears his throat and pushes his glasses back up, then straightens his uniform. “As you wish. I’m glad you reciprocate my feelings. Though I knew you would, after all.” He smirks triumphantly.

“Fucking smart ass.” You chuckle as you roll your eyes. “Next time, just ask me out on a date.”

“Then I suppose…would you perchance, like to go on a date with me, then?” He asks.

“Of course.” You smile.

Hope you enjoyed reading, my Lovelies! When I wrote this I rushed it so…anyways. That’s the octotrio’s works transferred over to tumblr! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Btw, requests are open!!! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ

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[the-fiction-witch]

Apologize 

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Princess Y/n Targaryen (Jace's Wife) Rating - 15 Word Count - 887

Jacaerys along with his wife and sibling Y/n, made their way into the dining hall of Dragonstone. They had come in from a frustration-clearing afternoon flight on Vermax and Tessani, however, they expected to meet their mother in the dining room, not two dragon seeds already helping themselves to the feast.

“We are meant to be in the training yard, learning the commands.” One said,

“And I will, but they cannot deny me being late until my stomach is filled,” The other laughed his feet on the table and food scraps falling to the floor,

“What are you doing here?” Jacaerys asked, “Remove your feet from the table.”

“I’d rather not.” the man snapped back,

“Ulf-” The first man attempted to mediate,

“It is not up to you. You are a guest here.” Y/n told him,

“Who’s it up to then? Maid girl?” Ulf asked,

“Maid!” Y/n gasped,

Jacaerys immediately grabbed her hand, “You will speak to us with more respect. Apologize at once!”

“Who’s gonna make me? Boy?”

“Ulf!” Hugh stopped him, “This is Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and Princess Y/n Targaryen.”

“Prince Jacaerys Verlayon,” Ulf got to his feet, wiping his hands down his shirt, “And Princess Y/n Targaryen, who’d have thought it.”

“They live here.” Hugh reminded,

“I have yet to hear my ladies' apology,”

Ulf rather foolishly wrapped his arms around Jacaerys in an embrace,

A rage boiled below the prince’s eyes,

“The young Prince! My handsome nephew.” He laughed joyfully as he pulled back giving Jacaery’s arms a firm tap, “And look at that hair-” He tried to reach for Jacaery’s dark curls but his wrist was stopped hard and fast before a single strand could be touched, almost breaking the man’s wrist. “As dark as they say! Don’t let them tell us we don’t have Targaryen Blood, ‘ey?!” He laughed, “And of course, My Beautiful niece!” he then wrapped his arms around Y/n, “As sweet as the songs aren’t you?” He laughed as he pulled back, “Don’t you worry darlin’ you can think of me as your fun, dirty uncle.” He smirked slapping her on the backside, “Us Targaryens do go in for that sort of thing,”

Y/n squealed and immediately escaped Ulf’s grip to the comfort of Jacaery’s arms,

“You. Dare. Lay. Your. Filthy. Hands. Upon. My. WIFE!” Jacaerys growled, “She is the princess of the realm! Not to be fondled by the likes of you!”

“Of course, didn’t mean to upset the little princess.” he chuckled, “Guess she’s only for your hands to fondle then?”

“How dare you-” Y/n began,

“Dragon riders. All of us lot. Cut from the same cloth.” Ulf changed the subject,

“It is a sacred inheritance, Of our family. Of which you know nothing!” Jacaerys growled,

“Forgive him, My prince, My princess. Ulf is… not use to the manners of the court.” Hugh spoke up,

“No manners at all,” Y/n muttered,

“I’d have to agree with my princess, No manners at all I’d say.” Jacaerys spat, “The dragon and its power is a right you have not earned. And when the flames come from the sky will you be at our side? Or will you make yourself easy and hidden? If you hinder our efforts in this war, by sloth or cowardice I will have you hung and your body fed to the dogs in the street!” Jacaerys warned,

“I- I am sorry my prince.” Ulf bowed,

“Now you will apologize to my princess.”

“Forgive me, princess.”

“Good.” he nodded, “and if I see you lay your eyes on her again, I will have them plucked from your skull and fed to the birds.” Jacaerys moved closer, “If I find a hand has been laid on her, I will have it sawn from your wrist and left for my dragon to snack on,” he moved closer right into Ulf’s dirty face, “As for anything else as our fun dirty uncle… If I find out anything else has touched her, And I WILL find out. I will have your manhood cut from your body and shoved up your ass.” He yelled, “Do you understand?”

Ulf nodded with a gulp, “Yes My prince, sorry…”

Hugh ushered Ulf away with him to go for their training,

As soon as they were gone Jacaerys wrapped his arms around Y/n, her head tight in his chest, his hand on her cheek, he kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her cheeks and finally her lips in a long tongue-filled kiss, only broken by his words. “Are you alright my sweet?”

“I think so,” she nodded, “What a horrid man!”

“I know, I do believe I already regret this idea.”

“You couldn’t know the scum your net would drag up from the sea bed my love,”

“I know…” he nodded, “But still, we seem to have found the sickest of the scum.”

“Makes you wonder why the dragons chose them?”

“Who knows the minds of those old dragons.” he sighed, “But if he so much as looks at you again I want to know about it my sweet.”

“I will tell you, I promise.” she nodded giving him another sweet kiss,

“Us Targaryen’s…” Jacaerys cursed the words,

“He is as much a Targaryen as I am a Lyseni.”

Jacaerys chuckled and gave his wife a tender kiss, “Come, let us feast in our chambers tonight. Alone.”

She nodded in agreement and held his hand tight as they made their way through dragonstone's long corridors to their chambers. 

[nickssidewitch]

This fanbase is too fucking disgusting, and y’all wonder why some of your favorite writers and some friends you all have made on here are leaving.

Because of bullying and fuckery like this:

Yes, these are screenshots from that strange account @sturnioloexposing. YES.

I have this account blocked, but people come into my DMs always feeling uncomfortable and saddened by posts like these, and it breaks my heart to read the messages. And I think it’s about time that we have a real conversation about bullshit like this within our little community on this platform.

Obviously it is not just this account. There are other accounts that have come up who have tried to emulate this sort of content. But I’m calling out this one specifically as an example because they’re crossing lines that niggas shouldn’t be crossing on this app within this space. And the niggas hitting the like button on this shit are just as guilty and weird.

First of all, this account used to say “RUMORS” instead of “THEORIES”, and then when I clocked their ass about being weird since spreading rumors about people is a fucking no-go by any means, they were quick to change it to “theories”.

And you wanna talk about some damn lurking?? Nigga, you slipped your dick on the follow button while swiping through my shit. And you wanna get all stupid talking about some other account lurking you? Fuck off.

You created a fuckass account just to incite people talking shit about others. You know damn fucking well your account wasn’t created to just “talk about fan theories about the triplets”. You came here to just be a weird nigga and make people feel bad for simply existing on this platform.

You even sent my mutual a DEATH THREAT. The fuck?1

Get the fuck outta here with this bullshit.

And now, I’m not an ass-licker of anyone’s. I have my own spine, and my mouth is clean from any shit anybody wants to say. But having some sort of fucking personal vendetta against someone and using your account to fuel bullying of any means to that person when they have NOT done anything wrong except just… exist, is FUCKED UP. Point blank, period.

And don’t say I’m doing that shit to you because you know you’re wrong as fuck for the shit you be doing, weirdo.

Using Rose @bernardsbendystraws as an example since y’all love to bring her up and she’s the recent target, I can tell a lot of people target her account, simply because she has a mind of her own and enjoys creating the content she makes on here. I don’t know her at all. We don’t talk offline at all. We’re just mutuals who respect each other’s work. That’s the extent of our relationship. But I can see that she’s just simply trying to be a creator, and I respect that. Someone asking for credit for shit that they create or edit is fair. Who the fuck are you to think otherwise?

You can dislike someone and the content they make. But creating platform that incites harassment and bullying, not even using actual things they’ve done wrong to provide as evidence for your animosity, is hell. And anyone who does that shit is lame as fuck. Y’all should be ashamed of yourselves.

I know bitches are gonna wanna argue with me and say some lame shit like “i ain’t reading all that” or “this is just tumblr” or whatever the fuck, but there are people behind these screens who come on social media to just have fun and chill out with others who share the same interests as them. And if you waste your fucking time hitting your thumbs on a “create account” button to just talk shit with some lame ass comebacks and fuel some unnecessary drama and weirdo shit within a fandom that’s supposed to be fun and chill and a little slutty, you’re a lame bitch.

And fuck any account who tries to make another godforsaken “expose” account on here. You ain’t exposing shit but your own malarkey, nigga.

If someone needs to be exposed for being an actual dickhead who’s ignorant or a weirdo who talks to minors or anything, let’s all band together and clock that shit as soon as possible. We don’t need no messy ass account for that.

Everyone report that damn account, and report all them other stupid ass accounts who swear they’re Regina George’s burn book who jerk off to getting their 20 likes on being sore instigators. Fuck outta here with that lame shit. Let Sturniolo fans be horny and shitpost. My GOD!

[littlemisssquiggles]

Alright, I need to gush about Dandadan for a hot minute…

So this squiggle meister has hopped onto the Dandadan hype train. Ever since its anime adaptation release last year, I’ve been riding the high of my newest anime craze.

Not only am I all caught up on the anime (eagerly awaiting season 2 coming out this year) but I’ve also taken to following the manga; which I’m all caught up on too.

Speaking of which, the newest chapter of Dandadan dropped today - Chapter 181- and I’ve got some things to say about:

Firstly, the return of Unji Zuma. It’s nice to see that the Danmanru Arc wasn’t the last time we’ve seen our Umbrella King.

Zuma’s a cool character. I basically see him as a male Momo since the two share the same stubborn, headstrong yet surprisingly compassionate and loyal personality traits that make them really fun characters to watch further develop. In this squiggle meister’s eyes, Zuma is as much as cool older brother character to Momo as Jiji is.

However, judging by Zuma’s new look in the upcoming arc, I have a sinking feeling the manga is setting us up again for yet another wrench in the ongoing development of the Okarun and Momo love story.

I already made this point over over Twitter but ---

It CANNOT be a coincidence that Zuma, who was described as “Momo’s ideal type” cause he bares a resemblance to her celebrity crush Ken Takakura, now with his hair grown out and sporting a pair of glasses looks like a punk tough guy version of Okarun.

That can't be a coincidence, no? Like I said, I think the manga is setting us up yet again for another fake red herring love triangle and misunderstanding to further push the Momokarun ship into official couple status.

After all, we’re already half way there with Okarun’s recent confession.

Not to mention that last time, during the Space Globalist Arc, after the whole misunderstanding with Vamola, the first time Okarun actually admits to being in love with Momo is while “rejecting” Vamola.

I feel like Zuma is being set up to be Momo’s Vamola, y’know what I mean? I don’t know if Zuma is going to be confirmed to secretly like Momo.

I mean I hope not cause like I said, they have way more sibling energy to me than that of Momo and Jiji and Jiji is literally her childhood best friend and first crush).

But I do hope that Zuma’s presence will provide the catalyst to Momo professing her love for Okarun.

I mean, Zuma did over hear Momo whispering “tell me you love me” in her sleep and he gave her a look.

Surely, that’s got to come back sometime later just as how Momo’s “Lova Ya” note to Okarun came back, right?

While I doubt this will mean that Zuma will develop a romantic interest in Momo, if so is the case then I hope it will lead into Momo turning him down cause she will FINALLY admit that she’s already in love with Okarun.

THIS HAS TO BE WHY ZUMA IS BACK!

Outside of him bringing in a new arc, Zuma is here to be the FINAL PUSH for Momo to admit she loves Okarun. He has to be!

Zuma is literally the embodiment of everything Momo wants in a potential boyfriend. He looks like Ken Takakura. Underneath his tough exterior, he is genuinely courageous and has a benevolent spirit that drives him to go above and beyond for others in his care. Zuma is such a “good guy” that he got a whole school gang of delinquents to rally behind him. He is such a “good guy” that he’s even willing to help the poor Daiki kid with his curse.

I mean Zuma is just a really cool character.

And him being around again rocking dem big glasses and fluffy hair like Okarun is definitely gonna be confusing for Momo. At least that’s what I think.

Either way, I stand by what I said.

I think we’re entering the home stretch to Momo x Okarun being official.

I don’t know how many more arcs and chapters again it will take to get us there but we are getting there.

Zuma is the key.

If he isn’t gonna be yet another lying ass fake "potential love interest" like Aira, Jiji and Vamola all were then at least let him be a “real bro” to Momo.

I know he kinda blind right now but please let Zuma have the emotional wisdom to see through Momo’s BS of stalling her confession to Okarun and give her a firm kick in the ass with dem big Geta sandals he’s got on to get her to FINALLY return her feelings.

Bruh, we are almost to 200 chapters.

We need to see Momokarun canon before Luffy finds the One Piece. While we’re still young and our shipping hearts are still beating.

- LMS (2025)

[dulcescorderitas]

three's a company

parings: bsf!dean winchester x reader x bsf!sam winchester

synopsis: the three of you have been best friends for years, but tonight something feels different in the impala’s close quarters. dean’s cocky smirk and sam’s soft, lingering touches make it clear—this isn’t just friendly teasing anymore. by the time you reach the motel, the air between you is charged, and there’s no ignoring the shift.

warnings: no smut

the impala’s low rumble hummed beneath you as the night stretched on, the stars scattered across the dark canvas above. you sat between dean and sam, the familiar warmth of their presence surrounding you, but tonight, there was something different in the air—something electric, palpable, that made your pulse race.

dean’s hand rested on the steering wheel, his fingers drumming a lazy beat as his gaze flicked to you in the rearview mirror, that trademark smirk curling his lips. “you know, sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice casual but laced with something more, “i’ve been thinking. maybe you’ve been spending too much time with sam. might be time for you to remember who’s really got your back.”

sam snorted, his broad shoulders shaking with laughter as he turned to glance at you, his hazel eyes warm but filled with a teasing challenge. “or maybe she just appreciates a little intelligence, dean. someone who can actually hold a conversation.”

dean’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with that cocky confidence you knew all too well. “intelligence, huh? well, last i checked, she seemed to enjoy a little fun. maybe she needs someone who can show her a good time.”

the tension in the car thickened, the playful banter taking on a sharper edge as both their gazes settled on you, waiting, watching, their words laced with double meanings that made your stomach flutter. “you two do realize i’m right here, right?” you interjected, a laugh escaping you as you tried to diffuse the growing intensity.

“oh, we know,” dean said smoothly, his smirk never faltering as he glanced at you again. “just making sure you don’t forget who you can count on when things get… interesting.”

sam’s hand brushed against yours, a subtle but deliberate touch that sent a shiver down your spine. “and i’m just reminding you that some of us like to take our time, make sure everything’s… perfect.”

your cheeks heated, their words, their attention, making it impossible to ignore the undercurrent that had been building between the three of you for weeks, months even. “are you two seriously flirting with me right now?” you asked, trying to keep your voice light, teasing, even as your heart pounded in your chest.

dean chuckled, the sound low and full of mischief. “what if we are?”

sam’s smile softened, though there was a glint in his eyes that told you he was just as serious. “would that be a problem?”

you leaned back, letting your gaze flick between them, weighing your options, feeling the power shift in your favor. “not a problem,” you said slowly, a smile tugging at your lips. “as long as you two can play nice. i’ve got enough of me to go around.”

the car fell into a stunned silence, the weight of your words sinking in before dean let out a low whistle, his smirk turning wicked. “damn, sweetheart. didn’t know you had it in you.”

sam’s laughter was softer, but the heat in his eyes was unmistakable as he leaned closer, his hand brushing your arm, a deliberate, lingering touch. “you sure about that? because if you are…”

“i’m sure,” you interrupted, your voice steady, confident. “but no fighting over me. deal?”

they exchanged a glance, something unspoken passing between them before they both nodded, almost in sync. “deal,” dean said, his voice full of challenge.

“deal,” sam echoed, his smile widening.

the rest of the drive passed in a haze of anticipation, the tension thick but not uncomfortable, more like a promise hanging in the air. when you finally pulled into the motel parking lot, the silence between you all was charged, your heart beating faster as you stepped out of the car.

dean was beside you in an instant, his hand on your lower back, guiding you toward the door with a grin that was all cocky charm. “guess we’ll see who you really like spending time with,” he teased, his eyes dancing with mischief.

sam wasn’t far behind, his hand brushing yours as he leaned in, his voice low. “we’ll see who can make you smile the most.”

you laughed, the sound light and genuine, as you stepped into the room, the air between the three of you buzzing with something new, something exciting. “i guess i’ve got the best of both worlds,” you said, throwing them a glance over your shoulder. “and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

author's note: changing up my format!

taglist: @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing @legalmente-loca @bluemerakis

[lazorbeanz]

Continuation to the list of my random thoughts and reactions to STH3

(Part 2🫠)

!spoilers ahead duh!

- knuckles at war with the head lmao

- Knux: *LE GASP* ITS THE GOAT MILKER!! 🫵🫵

I’m deceased 🤣🤣🤣

- oh lawd it a crab…what’s the bet the doc is in there

- yep he is…and he’s never looked better…

- justice for the wrap ;_;

- justice for those kids’ eyes too

- okay I get the overly used egg puns, but “…and (stealing) my precious babies from my eggsack” LIKE *COUGJ COUGH* why does that feel so wrong-

- robuttstink lmao

- WHAT IS UP WITH THIS MAN’S OBSESSION IN TASTING ELECTRIFIED HEDGEHOG QUILLS?!

- SHDHDHHF THE WAY STONE HAS TO HOLD ROBOTNIK IN A HEADLOCK JUST TO SHAVE HIS HEAD

- MARIA HAD ROLLERSKATES OMGGG

- shadow the hedge-bunny

✨>:3✨

- and from that moment on they became best friends

- AHHHH TWINNING!!!!

Maria’s and her skates to go with Shadows and his airshoes YAS🙌

- AWWWW JUST- AAAAAAWWWWWWW

He looks so confuzzled like “what is this swaying thing we are doing with our bodies?”

- ayyy there ya goooo getting the hang of it ALSO THE WAY HIS FACE LIGHTS UP WHEN HE COMPLETES THE WAVE AKNDSJNDJAJD HE IS HAVING THE FUNS!!

- THE LITTLE STARTLE SHADOW GETS WHEN THE POPCORN HITS HIM AAAA SO CUTE

Maria’s just like “watch yo lookin at me for? 😏”

- well atleast shadow gets it xD

- also PARALLELS!!

- okay how long has professor Gerald been living in that blown up lab for?

- dOrKuPiNe HEHEHE

- robotnik: *talks a whole bunch of mechanical words about the door and how to open it*

Meanwhile knuckles: door + my fist = unlocked

- STONE CALLED TAILS ADORABLE OMGG I mean he ain’t wrong lol

- OHHH NOT TAILS THINKING STONE AND ROBOTNIK ARE BEST FRIENDS 🥺

- SONIC FINDING THE PICTURE OF SHADOW AND MARIA AAAARRRRGH he’s beginning to understand why he is who he is

- this has gotta be one of the most weirdest family reunions I’ve seen lol

- NOT THE FOURTH WALL BREAKING AINSJWHDIENDJWBD

- okay this family reunion just got even weirder xD

- oh it’s all VR of course-

- aaaaa I’m beginning to feel sorry for stone :(

- gotta love sarcastic Tom and Maddie 🤣 like they didn’t even question what this “top secret mission” was about and why they were just hella relieved their kids are back to cure them from their boredom

- LITTLE TOM!!! omg Tom’s a ventriloquist?? Coool. Ofc Maddie finds it creepy hehe

- awww look at him wearing the beanie…very stylish indeed. 5 STARS!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- “REVENGE GUAC” - Shadow the Hedgehog 2024

- good to see Randall and Rachel make an appearance (even tho it’s not really them apparently)

- MADDIE’S IMPRESSION OF RACHEL IS LEGENDARY OMG XDDDD

- blowing on stuff to fix it never fails

- okay yeah the suits r cool but ur heads aren’t protected??

- oh gosh there’s another one who like tasting hedgehog quills

- HELL YEAH THAT DANCE SEQUENCE WAS LIT

- sonic refusing to listen to his team strike 2

- tails coming in to save Sonic’s butt from being incinerated 💪💪 yasss brothers!!

- “I don’t believe this” “I know grandson…a woman in the military” AYOOOO 🤣😭

- YAAAAS GO KNUCKLES!!!

-oh good job knuckles…

- human slug race lmao

- nawww not the dentures popping out HSHDHDHHD

- oh god pls not let this be moment his parents get killed

- YAY SONIC SAVED EM!!

- ohhh yess smart move tom..disguising as the Commander

- NOOOO SHADOW THAT ISNT- OH FU-

[berenwrites]

Better Half - Stranger Things - Steddie - PG

Summary: Henry targets Steve - this is a mistake!

A/N:  This started off as a different fic idea, but that morphed into something too long in my head, so this one took over. I hope you enjoy it. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated, thank you. Don’t forget to check out all the other great fics at @steddiemicrofic too💖.

Written for prompt: NEW | wc: 517 | Rating PG | cw: none

Tags: Steve has powers, pre-steddie, Vecna|Henry|One

Also on AO3 | ( My Other fic on Tumblr)

Better Half

“New experience, Henry? Must be terrifying to find yourself the helpless one. You chose the wrong victim this time.

“Don’t look so shocked, and give up struggling, you can’t win.

“My name’s Seven, we’ve met before. I’m one of the first batch, Brenner’s experiments he dosed with cocktails of drugs. Everyone thinks only Two survived, I made sure. Papa signed my death certificate himself. I was only five, but when your brain explodes with every thought in ten miles, you adapt or die. My mind fractured, became me and Steve. I took everything I learned from every mind and became unstoppable.

“The world is lucky my only purpose is to protect my better half.

“I took him out of the lab, found him parents and made him forget it all. Poor Steve never could understand why they didn’t seem to love him, but I can’t work miracles, only fabricate memories. We hid and he was safe.

“Until you touched him, you were safe too. It was more important not to alert the government than play heroic saviour. I mean I’ve had to make Russians think they hit Steve more than they did, stop Billy Hargrove from killing him, and a few other things, but it’s all been under the radar.

“You made the ultimate mistake coming in here, into our mind. Out there I can read thoughts and memories like books, make people remember whatever I like, mess with their perceptions on a good day.

“In here … in here I’m God.

“Now we’re going to do three things.

“First, you’re going to free Eddie Munson. Bringing him back to use him against us was a good plan, it would have been devastating to the Party, but you’ve missed your chance. Steve has some unresolved feeling for Eddie he needs to work through, and I want him to be happy. Eddie will be good for him. Someone needs to show him he doesn’t have to be strong all the time. Eddie will give him what I can’t.

“Second, you’re going to heal Max. You broke her, so you can put her back together. We’ll put your abilities to a good use for once.

“Then, finally, we’re going to let Eleven find us, and you’re going to put on a good show of fighting her before we give her the victory she deserves.

“It’s going to be glorious, Henry. A final battle from one of Eddie’s campaigns where good triumphs over evil.

“I told you to stop struggling. It’s pointless and annoying. You don’t want to annoy me anymore than you already have. I’m going to let you die a good death, Henry, don’t make me change my mind. Steve has all our goodness, all our kindness, you don’t want to know what I’m capable of when I’m angry.

“Brenner’s lucky he’s already dead. I’ve had years to plan what I wanted to do to him.

“You have amazing abilities, Henry. Using you like a remote is fun. I should have lured you in here ages ago. Ah well hindsight is 20-20. It’s time to finish this now.”

( My Other fic on Tumblr)

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 58

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,000ish

Summary: Wade begins to take matters into his own hands.

Warning(s): My poor attempt at Deadpool jokes.

Notes: I know I said Jan. 19th. But I can't sleep. Please share reactions! 

Reminder: I DO NOT do taglists. Please don’t ask. Please follow and interact! I appreciate any reblogs, likes, comments, and asks!

When Laura came home in the morning, she found Logan asleep against the apartment door. Curious, she kicked his foot, making Logan jump awake. He looked up to see her staring down at him. Logan scrambled to his feet.

“What are you doing out here?” Laura wondered, skeptical.

“I, uh… your mom… well,” he stammered, struggling to know where to start. Laura raised an eyebrow at Logan, who sighed. “Your mom came home and her hands were burnt.”

“What?”

“She wouldn’t let me help her. She kicked me out, but not before her powers flared up. I’ve been out here all night.”

“You should have called me.” Laura pushed Logan aside to get to the door.

“Your mom would have been even angrier at me.”

“Don’t care. She’s my mom and she’s—“ Laura’s shoulders fell. What were you? Sick? Dying? Both? “Next time I need you to call me.”

“Okay… I’m sorry, Laura. I don’t mean to make things worse.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you need to step away for a few days. Let me handle it.”

“You don’t have to handle things alone. Neither of you.”

“I’ll let you know if we need anything.” Then Laura slipped inside before Logan could say anything more.

Laura’s eyes scanned the dark apartment. You weren’t anywhere to be found in the living areas. She kicked off her shoes and headed further into the apartment. She peeked in the bathroom and her room before finding you curled up on the bed in your room. You were still in your clothes from the day before, back facing the open door. Laura quietly set her backpack down before going over and crawling behind you on the bed.

“Laura?” You rasped, turning around.

“Hey, mom,” she whispered. Her eyes scanned your burned face from the tears before falling to your wrapped hands. “Are you okay? I heard something happened.”

“Did Logan call you?”

“No, but I wish he did. I found him sleeping outside the door… What happened?”

“It was nothing… It was stupid… and I shouldn’t have yelled at Logan the way I did… It’s just… There’s been moments were I forget that he’s not my Logan… my James… and then when it comes rushing back… it hurts.”

Laura nodded. “I know. It’s hard for me too… But, mom, what happened with your hands?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“But you’re not.”

“I have to be… I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden, you’re my mom.”

“Yes, but about about Wade and Logan? They don’t need to be burdened by me.”

Laura scoffed. “Wade just feels blessed to be in your presence. You are his favorite superhero. And Logan… I think he’s just trying to do better than he was before… Letting them—us—help you is not being a burden. It’s showing strength in a different way… Just think about it.”

You smiled at Laura. “How did I get so lucky to have a daughter like you?” You leaned over and kissed her head. “Is Logan still out there?”

“I don’t know, but probably.”

“I know I should apologize, but I’m not ready… We both owe each other explanations.”

“I’m on your side, no matter what.”

“Thanks, kiddo.”

~~~

Logan was clearly tense as he entered his shared apartment. Wade was at their table, messily eating a bowl of cereal.

“Well, hello, Peanut!” Wade greeted, mouth full of food. “Have a fun night?”

Logan grunted, heading straight for the fridge and pulling out a bottle of beer.

“It’s a bit early for beer, isn't it?” Wade questioned. Logan didn’t respond, lifting the drink up to his lips and drinking it all in one go. “Woah there, Peanut. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Logan grumbled. “Just screwing up everything like usual.”

“Oh, drama! Spill the tea.”

“The fuck?”

“It means tell me all the juicy gossip! Wow, that was either your age showing or your universe was very different in it’s lingo than this one.”

“Fuck you.” Then Logan headed to his room and slammed the door.

“You two better not be having sex out there!” Althea shouted. “I don’t want to here any of it!”

~~~

You avoided Logan for the next few days. It wasn’t like Logan didn’t try to get to you, but you actively ignored him and Laura acted like your own personal bodyguard. Logan eventually started pulling away, but not completely. He lingered out of the corner of your eye in the shadows, always concerned, always there.

Wade immediately noticed that something was wrong between his best friends and he wasn’t having it. 

“Good morning, Peanut!” Wade sauntered out into his apartment kitchen, where Logan was sitting at the table, an unlit cigar between his lips. “Need help lighting that? I know a beautiful firestarter next door that—“

“No,” Logan interrupted, voice firm and final.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t—“

“You know that she can’t use her powers. Don’t offer them up like their yours.”

Wade put his hands up in surrender. “I’m just trying to help you out there, Peanut. You’ve been moping around here for days when you’re not off fixing cars. I’m just trying to be your bestest friend.” He plopped down in the chair across from Logan. “So talk to me, Peanut. I’m all ears.”

Logan scoffed, pulling the cigar from his mouth and rolling it between his fingers. A lot was weighing on Logan’s mind. He understood that Wade was trying, which was a lot for the loud mouth, but he wasn’t ready to talk about it all. Before Wade could say anything to push Logan further, Logan heard the sound of your apartment door shutting. He got off the chair and took large strides over to the door, using the peep hole to look out in the hallway. 

You and Laura were in the hallway, looking like you may be heading to run errands. His eyes looked for your hands. He sighed when he noticed the compression gloves. 

“”m goin’ to work,” Logan mumbled, before opening the door and stepping out in the hall.

You and Laura immediately looked over at Logan. The three of you standing there, frozen. Wade peeked his head out, taking in the sight. He whistled.

“Well, the tension out here is thick,” Wade commented. “Maybe my Peanut Buttercup should just go and fuck it out—“

“Wade!” Logan snarled.

“Do you guys need anything at the store?” Laura asked.

“Oh, yes!” Wade responded. “Some more Lucky Charms and condoms and—“

You couldn’t help but laugh at Wade. “Just text us your list Wade,” you told him. “We’ll be happy to pick it up.”

“Do you two, uh, do you need any help?” Logan asked.

“We’re good,” Laura stated. “Thanks.” She looped her arm through yours and began pulling you away. “Let’s go, mom.”

Logan watched as Laura pulled you away. Wade watched, eyes flickering  from Logan to you and Laura before going back to Logan.

“Maybe you should chase after her, Prince Charming,” Wade whispered, nudging Logan with his elbow.

“Fuck off,” Logan retorted. “I’m goin’ to work. Don’t wait up for me.”

~~~

Wade found himself at your bar near closing time.

“Hey, Buttercup!” He greeted, slipping into one of the bar stools. 

“Wade,” you replied with a smile as you wiped down the bar. “We close in five minutes.”

“I know. Came to walk you home.”

“Really?”

“And maybe figure out why you and Little Wolf are shutting out Wolvie.”

You sighed. “Wade… Now is not the time.”

“Oh, I know. Which is why I’m walking you home. And don’t you think you can get rid of me. Ain’t that easy, baby.”

~~~

Closing up the bar was quicker tonight, much to your dismay. Wade stuck around like he had told you and even tried his hand at helping, though he wasn’t very helpful. Before you knew it, the two of you were walking home. Wade immediately noticed how tense you were, like you were trying to make yourself smaller. Something was wrong and before he could get to the bottom of it, a man stumbled into view from the alley. The strong stench of alcohol wafted off of him.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” the man slurred. “Been a few days… You owe me a new jacket. You burned the last one.” He reached for you. 

Wade quickly grabbed the man’s wrist. “I wouldn’t touch her if I were you, asshole,” his voice was threatening. 

“She owes me a new jacket or a really good blowjob. I was just trying to be nice to the pretty lady.”

“Okay,” Wade whipped out a small knife and held it to the man’s throat.”

“Wade, don’t!” You said.

“Oh, Baby Knife and I will if this man ever tries to get his grubby hands on you again.” He shoved the man back towards the alley. “Now go wet your whistle in one of the drain pipes back there and never get near my Buttercup again.”

The man stumbled back into the darkness. Wade spun around to face you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you muttered, continuing the path back to the apartments. 

“No biggie,” Wade waved off. “Big Brother Deadpool is always up for some protecting.”

“I could have handled it.”

“Didn’t need to.”

“But I could have.”

Your insistence caught Wade’s attention. “It’s an honor to protect my favorite hear.” Wade notice you tense at his words. “Okay, Buttercup, time to start talking.”

“Nothing to say.”

Wade scoffed. “Bullshit. Clearly that man had tried something before and you took care of it. And then there’s you and Logan and your built up trauma from like ninety years of events and—“

“Please drop it, Wade!” You stopped and faced Wade, hands trembling as your powers threatened to surface. “Just stop! I can’t— There’s so much— I’m not—“

Wade’s hands cupped your face as your breaths became panicky. He didn’t care that your skin was growing hotter. “Look at me, Buttercup. Focus on me.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried. “I’m sorry that I’m letting you down… that I’m letting everyone down…”

“Never.” He shook his head. “You’re not letting anyone down, Buttercup. Don’t you ever say in front of me again.”

“Everything hurts, Wade… Everything.”

“Good thing I’m here then.” You didn’t bother to stop him as he swept you off your feet and held you close. “I’ve got you, Buttercup. Don’t you fret.”

~~~

Logan was pacing his apartment as he tried to think of a way to fix things with you. There was also the fact that his own issues had been spiraling with each passing second. He couldn’t dump that all on you, you deserved better. Though, it seemed very hypocritical since he would take on any of your issues in a heartbeat. He stopped pacing when he could hear a set of footsteps out in the hallway. Logan quickly opened the door to see Wade carrying you down the hall.

“What happened?” Logan asked. “Is she hurt?”

“Hold your claws, Peanut,” Wade replied. “Our Little Flame isn’t injured.”

“I’m fine, Logan,” you whispered. 

“Come on, let’s go see Little Wolf.”

Logan was quick to reach your apartment door first, opening it for you and Wade. Laura was working on homework on the couch but rushed over as soon as she saw you in Wade’s arms.

“Mom! Are you alright?” She fretted, scanning you for any signs of injury.

“I’m fine,” you repeated. “Wade’s just overreacting.”

Wade scoffed. “Sure, whatever you say.” He sat you down all the couch. “Okay, I’ll be back. Nobody move!” Then suddenly he was out the door and running down the hall.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Laura asked, coming over to sit beside you.

You nodded. “I’m fine, kiddo.”

Wade rushing came back into the apartment in full Deadpool gear and weapons. He slammed the door shut before locking it and leaning against it, twirling one of his golden guns.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Logan asked.

“No one is leaving this apartment until we all spill our issues,” Wade replied. “I’m calling this therapy, Deadpool style.”

next chapter >

[dandylion240]

Previous/Beginning/Next

Josie was almost jumping in anticipation at being able to see Bobby again. It had been almost two weeks since they’d been in school. They’d spoken on the phone but that wasn’t the same. “What,” she demanded after catching her brother side eyeing her.

“Nothing,” Ryan giggled. 

“You’re making fun of me,” Josie sighed looking sad. “It’s bad enough that Papa doesn’t like him. I don’t need you teasing me too.”

“I’m sorry,” Ryan apologized. “I just don’t understand what you see in him. He’s just a boy.”

“He’s not just a boy,” she said with a dreamy smile on her face. “He’s a dragon.” Adding to herself he might even be her dragon. The thought made her stomach feel funny like butterflies had taken flight inside her.

Shaking his head Ryan muttered “whatever” before joining his friends who were waving to him to join them.

Sighing, Josie mumbled to herself “he doesn’t understand.” Standing on her tiptoes she tried to look over the heads of other students hurrying to greet friends after the long holiday break. 

“Looking for me?” Bobby asked, grabbing her from behind. 

She squealed in surprise and alarm. Several people turned to look as she was swung around in circles, her feet bumping into backpacks. “Put me down,” she cried between giggles.

“Josie and Bobby sitting in a tree,” a familiar voice began to chant “k-i-s-s-i-n-g.” 

To Josie’s horror, several others took up the chant “first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Josie with a baby carriage.”

“Bobby put me down,” she demanded this time with a firmness she seldom used.

“Why?” he asked, spinning her around in circles.

“Because I asked you to,” she said, finding it difficult to believe she had to have a reason other than that. She’d been brought up to believe that if you didn’t like something all you had to do was ask for them to stop. 

“Ok fine,” he said, letting her drop to the floor.

She felt a sharp pain in her ankle when she made contact with the floor. Her ankle buckled beneath her, hurtling her to the floor. Tears sprang to her eyes as she heard the same kids who were chanting moments before jeering at her. 

That wasn’t very nice,” Jolene said, stepping in front of Bobby.

“Neither was chanting but that didn’t stop you,” he said standing his ground in front of her.

“I was teasing,” Jolene defended herself “what you did was mean.”

“She wanted down,” he shrugged, “she’s down.”

Turning her back on him Jolene squatted down next to Josie. “Are you alright?” she asked.

“My ankle hurts,” Josie dried her eyes on the back of her hands “I think I sprained it.”

“I can take care of that,” Jolene said, putting her hand on Josie’s ankle.

Josie felt a cool sensation “that feels so much better.”

“I’ve been learning the bones in the body,” Jolene grinned. “Once I know how things are supposed to look, I can fix it.”

Josie heard the note of pride in her cousin’s voice. “Thank you,” she said, accepting a hand up. 

“So was that lover boy?” Jolene asked as Bobby walked away from them hurrying to class.

“That was Bobby,” Josie confirmed, picking up her things. “We better get to class.”

“Yeah but we’re gonna talk about this,” Jolene said “meet at recess.”

“Yeah ok,” Josie said as she hurried towards her classroom. She couldn’t help but wonder why Bobby had acted so strangely. Was her papa right?